The paths fused, especially as they were all the Mountain Sea Path.
The required ti was extrely prolonged, calculated with the asure of Mountain Sea’s life.
Zhang Fan seed to have completely fallen into a slumber.
And the fortune of Mountain Sea seed to exert its influence in the dark.
Zhang Fan sat quietly here, cultivating and contemplating the Path.
In the long passage of ti, vast thoughts swept overhead continuously.
Yet they never discovered Zhang Fan’s whereabouts.
It was unknown how much ti had passed, but all of Zhang Fan’s aura was retracted. The whole person seed to disappear from the Mountain Sea.
As well, the lifespan of Mountain Sea was about to reach its end.
Fortune could no longer protect the existence within possibilities, as Dao Yan engulfed from below.
Yet the Dao Yan that could devour the Mountain Sea Path was ineffective on Zhang Fan.
Black waves rolled, crashing through without effect.
Zhang Fan was not affected in the slightest.
Sensing the anomaly beside him, Zhang Fan eventually awoke leisurely.
"Hm? How long have I been asleep?"
Zhang Fan was a bit startled, but upon sensing his own realm, all his varied emotions faded away.
"I have beco a Saint?"
Feeling his current state, Zhang Fan’s expression was sowhat inscrutable.
The endless Mountains and Seas he once saw, now seed less majestic and grand in his view.
Capable of being shouldered, his stature matched theirs.
"Mountain Seas, that’s all they are."
Such thoughts naturally erged in Zhang Fan’s heart.
Breaking through to the Saint Realm from transcendence should have been earth-shattering.
Yet, it happened to Zhang Fan so quietly.
As if water channeling into a groove, without any commotion.
There wasn’t even a surge in aura.
He just beca a Saint.
To be honest, Zhang Fan felt a bit disappointed. He wasn’t able to personally experience the thrilling mont of becoming a Saint.
"Fortunately, I have finally completed this step."
"Now, I have enough power. I no longer need to fear anyone in the Mountain Seas."
Initially, Zhang Fan thought he would first go to the place he had sensed before, to confront the master of [Real]. But upon realizing the near-dead state of the Heavenly Destiny Children, as well as the gathered True and False Dao nearby, he changed his mind.
"Soone must demand an explanation for you all."
"Let , the one who survived, do it."
Zhang Fan gently stepped forward, walking deeper into the Mountain Sea.
There, all the Saints were gathered.
But the attention of all Mountain Sea Saints was focused entirely on a particular place.
For Zhang Fan’s gentle arrival, there was not even the slightest reaction.
Zhang Fan’s gaze followed suit.
A towering tree stood in the void.
Countless figures hung upside down as though congealing into fruits.
The True and False Daoist aura on their bodies, either strong or weak, unmistakably indicated their identity.
The Heavenly Destiny Child!
Among those nurous figures, Zhang Fan also saw many familiar individuals.
Including Zhou Fan, who had once used the Divine Technique [All-Known] to put him in a dire situation.
But it had been countless years, and Zhang Fan’s resentnt had already faded.
No hatred, just deep sadness for them as fellow Heavenly Destiny Children.
Though they still wielded "Real" beside them, seemingly always capable of starting afresh.
Yet, all the Heavenly Destiny Children were trapped in a powerful Illusion Dream.
It’s a net of bondage, crafted by Mount Sea Saints collectively.
It twisted and influenced the Heavenly Destiny Children’s perceptions.
The world they experienced was not the real world. The [Real] they thought was activated was actually not activated.
"Are all the Saints trying to..."
"Use the Heavenly Destiny Children’s bodies for insight into the True and False Dao?"
That was Zhang Fan’s first assumption.
But he quickly realized it was incorrect.
No one was better aware than him of the inscrutability of the True and False Dao.
Even with the Heavenly Destiny Children’s feelings and experiences, it’s impossible to understand the [True and False] in the slightest.
Zhang Fan was sure that any attempt to comprehend [Real] was destined to be futile.
"Apart from the master of Real, no one in this world can truly understand and control the True and False."
"With the talents of all the Saints, over all these years, it’s impossible they haven’t realized this. So, are they trying to..."
What followed explained the answer to Zhang Fan.
Mountain Sea arrived at the Apocalypse, with Dao Yan rampant and unending in its boiling.
But all the Saints showed no panic.
From that tree full of Heavenly Destiny Children, wisps of strange waves began to disseminate.
Zhang Fan knew them all too well.
"Real?!" He was startled inside.
Light reflections surged softly over the Mountain Sea being engulfed by Dao Yan, and it returned to the world again.
As if Mountain Sea had been reset.
Yet, the tree with countless Heaven Destiny Children hung was still there.
The Saints were still present.
The Mountain Sea, which should have been destroyed, welcod a hint of vitality due to this reset.
"But what is the significance of doing this?" Zhang Fan was sowhat puzzled.
"Being alive is the significance." A voice ca, and all the Saints’ gaze then fell on Zhang Fan.
"Who are you?" Zhang Fan looked at the young man who appeared before him, filled with vigilance.
"Qiu Xinhui." The young man simply uttered, then asked, "Have you co for their revenge?"
With his motive detected, Zhang Fan didn’t admit. He rely snorted coldly, "I’m here to liberate them!"
Even though Zhang Fan felt that with his current strength, he could boast to all the Saints. But he still sensed faint danger from this young man.
Thus, he didn’t imdiately act but temporarily observed the situation.
Inexplicably, Qiu Xinhui’s words always gave him a vague sense of familiarity.
"Liberate..." Qiu Xinhui smiled again.
He reiterated, "Being alive is aningful. The liberation you pursue..."
"Do they truly wish for it?"
Aware of his possible loss in this argunt, Zhang Fan squinted his eyes, "Whether they wish for it or not, it’s up to !"
"What, are you trying to stop ?"
Confronted with the present nurous Saints, Zhang Fan’s heart remained unafraid.
He even felt a subtle excitent.
His life was sowhat mundane indeed.
When he just stepped out from the thatched cottage, he was sanctioned by the old fisherman and other mighty beings, forcing him to stay ekly in the novice village.
After finally coming out later, despite experiencing a brief period of fighting.
In most days following that, he spent those in hiding and retreat.
In actual sensory experience, his life hadn’t even reached a hundred years.
It was quite uneventful.
Now, finally having accomplished cultivation, possessing the opportunity to compete against the Mount Sea Saints, how could he miss it?
This was also the reason he had to co here first.
With an agitated heart, in sight, a blade light already appeared on top of the Saints.
Just at this mont, a pale dot suddenly entered his vision.
The Life Cutting blade light entirely dimd down.
Zhang Fan was suddenly alard inside but already felt a hand placed on his shoulder.
"Let’s talk properly, don’t ruin the harmony."
"After all, our goal is the sa."
Though the counterpart did not explicitly ntion, Zhang Fan was clear about the target referred to in the words.
The creator of countless "Heavenly Destiny Children".
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