1757: Chapter 1753 Rebirth 1757: Chapter 1753 Rebirth “…Have a safe journey.”
Before falling asleep, Lu Ping’an went to see soone.
Or rather, what was once a person…
Dragon Moon Island was about to enter its settlent period, and Elder Liu, who had relied heavily on postponed paynts, was also approaching his end.
Standing on the dragon’s head, with the morning sunlight shining, Lu Ping’an, alongside other Quasi-Gods, attended this peculiar premature funeral.
As a frontline base, Dragon Moon Island had endured bloody battles and fulfilled its historical mission.
The population migration from the island had beco a recent priority.
Naturally, fewer and fewer people remained on Dragon Moon Island.
Finally, only so old stalwarts and strongn, those who could disregard disaster warnings, stayed behind.
What would ultimately happen to this island?
Would it shatter into pieces?
Or would the accumulated damage lead to its complete disintegration into dust?
“Postponed paynts are used over and over again, and wounds are restored repeatedly…
It should start with gradual seismic fractures before finally utterly collapsing into fragnts.”
Previously, when faced with Elder Liu’s inquiries, Lu Ping’an rcilessly stated the “truth.”
But Elder Liu only responded with a hearty laugh, saying nothing.
Now, gazing at the sunset, many of Elder Liu’s old friends had co to visit him — or rather, to bid him an early farewell.
Lu Ping’an’s interactions with Elder Liu weren’t particularly deep, certainly not as close as those of the friends who had been by his side every day.
Watching them calmly drink tea, play chess, and chat in the courtyard — like retired old n enjoying leisure ti, with occasional disputes over moves or boasting contests —
Lu Ping’an inexplicably felt a bit envious watching this scene.
He didn’t ask foolish questions like “Was it worth it?” or “Do you regret it?” Such questions would have been an insult to Elder Liu’s consciousness and sacrifice.
After exchanging a few words, Lu Ping’an didn’t know what else to say.
He then watched as Elder Liu was pulled away by other elders to play chess.
The elderly reminisced about the past and bid farewell to their companions.
As a young man, Lu Ping’an indeed found it difficult to join their conversations.
However, Elder Liu seed utterly at ease…
“…Don’t overthink it.
From the mont I assimilated, I knew this day would co.
That which is intangible lasts forever; that which is tangible will inevitably decay.
This is my choice…”
As he departed, the wind carried back the predecessor’s spiritual words.
“…My release.”
Lu Ping’an turned back and saw the elder holding chess pieces, shalessly cheating with his old buddies.
There were no heroes or legends here, only an elder who had completed his “work” and was now enjoying the cheerful monts of retirent with his companions.
The young man finally nodded, bowed, and chose to leave.
Just as he was about to go, a falling tree branch delivered a wooden mask.
This mask resembled the one from before but was more primitive, more rustic, and far harder to discern.
“Upper Divine Tier…”
The small, primitive wooden mask produced an appraisal result exceeding the tenth-order.
Although Lu Ping’an sensed it barely surpassed by a thin margin, the qualitative change was undeniably present.
Lu Ping’an was sowhat surprised at the panel’s evaluation outco but ultimately gave a helpless, bitter smile.
Perhaps, while he was making progress, other predecessors had also gained further opportunities.
However, his luck just didn’t seem great.
Finally, as Dragon Moon Island gradually faded into the distance, Lu Ping’an, aboard the ship, could only sigh and return to his courtyard.
Preparations had already been made here.
The hatching pool originally belonging to Mist Sound had been reactivated.
This ti, the materials infused into it were astonishingly remarkable.
The chaos-filled cauldron had been boiling for quite so ti, and recently, responding to his intuitive spirituality, Lu Ping’an began adding Dragon-Snake, Xingtian, and Golden Crow Divine-Blood into it.
“Is this really okay, ow?
Won’t you turn into a monster instead…”
Gazing at the bubbling “cauldron,” even ow, who had undergone further evolution and could now resist the tendency to use catchphrases — though often choosing laziness over resistance — showed so unease.
Other Quasi-Gods advancing hadn’t been cooked in a cauldron, had they?
Wasn’t the professionals’ advancent supposed to naturally progress through daily cultivation?
Did a “rebirth” really need to occur?
“I’m sowhat unique…
Besides, we’ve long been monsters.”
Not to ntion the Rule-level (seventh-tier) professionals, even Decree-level (fourth-tier) professionals — those beings had already ceased to be human.
“I need to integrate — to complete the qualitative transformation of life…”
As of now, Lu Ping’an remained the “interactive human interface of the courtyard.”
In truth, with his stable World’s Reason, Lu Ping’an resembled a Quasi-God far more closely than most actual Quasi-Gods.
Quasi-Gods could take many forms; there was no issue with this.
However, in retrospect, the “upper limit” of Lu Ping’an’s physical body appeared woefully low.
The strength of his Rule lay mainly in the courtyard’s main body carrying the Rule, rather than his relatively dispensable and regenerable “interactive interface.”
To progress further and evolve into a Quasi-God level creature, Lu Ping’an sought sothing greater.
“…rge the ‘Beast Taming’ and ‘Gardener’ Paths and utilize the fusion opportunity between ‘Mother Goddess’ and ‘Ten Thousand Spirits.'”
Lu Ping’an’s Great Cauldron Lake could create life, fusing “materials” to transform the inanimate into Newborns.
Naturally, it could integrate various “ingredients” into Lu Ping’an himself — the vessel — to advance further, potentially even undergoing a complete rebirth.
This was both the intuitive spiritual guidance and a theoretically verified outco…
At this point, stepping into the ninth-order also ant that Lu Ping’an’s courtyard main body and humanoid avatar had reached a state of balanced equivalence.
Lu Ping’an needed to progress further and acquire a more complete and capable body to bear the World’s Reason.
“Zhi Xi…”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it already — bleeding us dry again.”
Although Zhi Xi grumbled, her hands didn’t stop.
She directly tore off an arm and tossed the tallic flesh into the pool.
Doing the sa were Lu Ping’an’s family mbers and Magic Pets.
The aggregated essence of the Mother Goddess and Ten Thousand Spirits served as the thod for Lu Ping’an’s bodily reconstruction.
Naturally, his “children,” split off from him, contributed their flesh and genes for this reconstruction process.
At this mont, the many parts converged, rging into one — a perfect alignnt with Lu Ping’an’s Spirit of Ten Thousand.
From the Mother Goddess to Ten Thousand Spirits, Lu Ping’an solidified his path to “rebirth.”
Unlike the creation of Mist Sound, he didn’t require nurous external materials.
A mottled bloodline wasn’t always a good thing.
Following his Rule’s structure inherently aligned with the logic of rebirth.
“With the flesh of my ‘children,’ I’ll form the foundation of my own flesh…”
Watching his Magic Pets, worried after donating their blood, Lu Ping’an smiled and nodded assuredly.
Their homogenous flesh had already begun to rge.
Among these components lay “tal,” “imaginary numbers,” and “wooden elents.” They originated from Lu Ping’an, the source of Ten Thousand Spirits, and were now rely returning parts.
At this mont, much like the ebb and flow of Life-points, resonating with the World’s Reason, Lu Ping’an smiled contentedly.
But this alone was still insufficient.
This level of “rebirth” would only elevate him to the strength of a “United Knight,” simplifying the process of linking to other Magic Pets.
However, it wouldn’t offer significant help in achieving a qualitative transformation.
What he truly needed was the stability of his foundation.
Or to put it another way, they were “water” to dilute the “main ingredients.”
“Let’s begin — add ‘Golden Crow Blood,’ ‘Dragon-Snake at,’ and ‘Xingtian Bone’…”
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