The End of Reincarnation
"Bumian... you must die amidst Deafening Celebration."
A familiar voice ca from beside his ear.
This voice seed like a call from an extrely faraway place. The mont it rang out, the originally muddleheaded Sun Bumian's eyelids suddenly fluttered lightly, and then slowly opened...
An ancient city wall, a barren earth, ssy withered trees.
He had returned to this dream he had had countless tis.
After a brief mont of confusion, his gaze looked again at the Old Man before him whom he missed incomparably... He silently called out Master in his heart.
Sun Bumian didn't dare to actually speak. He was afraid that after he spoke, this dream would wake up. It wasn't easy for him to see his Master once; being able to hear him nag a few more sentences was also good.
He just quietly looked at the Old Man, waiting for the following words...
To be honest, he almost morized this passage of words his Master left him last.
But this ti, his Master didn't continue speaking. Instead, he just looked at Sun Bumian like this. Not knowing if it was Sun Bumian's illusion, those eyes of his Master, which hadn't changed the slightest bit in countless dreams, actually surfaced with a trace of... a smile?
Sun Bumian was stunned.
"... Master?" He spoke tentatively.
"You've grown up, Bumian."
Falling into Sun Bumian's ears, this sentence rumbled like a shocking thunderclap. He instantly widened his eyes in disbelief!
The Master in the dream actually had his own consciousness? And could even actively talk to him??
One must know, Sun Bumian had had this dream countless tis before, but every ti it was a reappearance of that mory back then, and the words his Master said also remained unchanging... But now, his Master actually actively communicated with him!
Sun Bumian was instantly incomparably excited!
"Master, I'm not dreaming, right?"
"Not dreaming, it's that you are about to be dragged into the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path."
"?" The smile on Sun Bumian's face stiffened, "Master, do you an... I'm about to die???"
No wonder Master could speak to him, so it turned out he was about to die... Rumor has it that when a person is near death, passed away relatives will co to guide them; so it's actually true?
"En, that's what it ans." The Old Man nodded.
"... It's all Hearts' fault, those few underlings of his strike too viciously!" Sun Bumian cursed, "If I really die, even as a ghost, I won't let him off!"
Sun Bumian originally could have activated the Power of Samsara to directly return himself to the state of his previous few Reincarnation Cycles, using absolute strength to sweep away the toxins in his body, but after seeing Chen Ling appear, he didn't activate it...
In the final analysis, he was still a Miser. Things like the Power of Samsara beca less the more he used them. He thought of saving whenever possible; unexpectedly, this saving almost cost him his little life.
"Relax, you won't die, he is trying every ans to save you." The Old Man chuckled lightly,
"However... don't be so stingy in the future. The power you've accumulated over thousands of years, you still have to use it when it should be used. Now being poisoned and knocked down by a few Poisonous Insects, if word gets out, people will think I, as your master, have no thod in teaching disciples."
Sun Bumian shrugged, "I'm just afraid that after using too much, I won't be able to continue the Reincarnation Cycle... Or, I'll sleep for hundreds of years at once."
The Old Man's gaze instantly beca sowhat complex, "Bumian..."
"What's wrong, Master?"
"You won't have a next Reincarnation Cycle."
Sun Bumian was stunned.
A bleak cold wind blew across the barren earth, and the last shriveled fallen leaf drifted down from the withered tree, shattering gently in the air and dissipating in the wind.
"You an..."
"This world is about to reach its end. Whether the ending is good or bad, it's about to end... You, are the sa."
Sun Bumian stared blankly at his Master, and only recovered his wits after a long ti... If the world reached its end, then how could he speak of Reincarnation Cycle?
Even if he could live another ten lifetis, a hundred lifetis, so what?
At this mont, Sun Bumian also didn't know exactly what he was feeling... Bewildernt, fear, worry, or perhaps... joy?
He had lived for too long, been lonely for too long. In that long and endless lifespan, he had already beco numb. The end of life, to him, might not necessarily not be a kind of release.
"Doesn't that an... I don't need to save the power of the Reincarnation Cycle anymore?" A faint light lit up in Sun Bumian's eyes.
In the past, in order to undergo the Reincarnation Cycle smoothly, pursue good fortune and avoid disaster, Sun Bumian would hide far away whenever he encountered trouble. Although he sat on an incomparably powerful treasury of Reincarnation Cycle, he was just like a Miser, fundantally unwilling to use it.
He was like a mouse at the edge of the world guarding an empty treasury, undergoing the Reincarnation Cycle ti and ti again, eating and drinking, letting himself experience the aning of being alive... He was already tired and numb.
The end of the world, the end of the Reincarnation Cycle, brought him a possibility he had never experienced before...
A life with only one chance.
"That's right." The Old Man nodded slightly, "This lifeti, you can live as you please, regardless of everything."
Sun Bumian's breathing gradually beca heavy, and his heart began to beat like fire.
The corners of his mouth slightly curved up:
"I understand."
"... Do you rember, your Master once told you that your Reincarnation Cycle is dormancy, and also a weapon?"
"I rember, Master."
"The ti to decide the ending of this world is about to co." The Old Man turned his head and looked at that figure at the foot of the distant city wall, "You must do everything in your power to help him... He, will be the final hope."
Following the Old Man's gaze, Sun Bumian only then discovered that there was actually still a person standing under the distant city wall...
The mont he saw that person clearly, Sun Bumian's heart shook slightly.
"... Even if you don't say it, Master, I will help him." Sun Bumian smiled, "A long ti ago, I made an agreent with him."
"That's for the best."
Master was about to say sothing else when his gaze suddenly looked at the nothingness above, "Bumian, you should go back."
Sun Bumian felt that this "dream" was dissipating. A power was dragging him back from the edge of death, and the figure of his Master before him also gradually blurred...
"Master, after I die, will I still be able to et you in the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path?" Sun Bumian imdiately asked.
"When the world ends, the Ghost Path will also dissipate. There, we won't et again." Master paused for a mont, "But in other places... who can say for sure?"
The Old Man's voice gradually faded away in Sun Bumian's mind. His consciousness began to rise rapidly, like a drowning person crazily floating up from the bottom of the sea; an unprecedented sense of suffocation surged into his heart!
In the next second,
Sun Bumian abruptly opened his eyes!
But even so, the sense of suffocation still existed. In panic, he grabbed sothing on his face with both hands and yanked fiercely!
A basketball-sized Shadow Toad was peeled off his face by him. At the sa ti, a tongue mixed with mucus that almost reached his esophagus broke free from Sun Bumian's mouth!
Sun Bumian blankly looked at the ugly toad in his hand, stunned in place like a statue...
The small toad tilted its head:
"——Croak?"
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