The noon sun shone in.
The streets were lined with small vendors, hawking cabbages, radishes, beef, chicken, duck, fish, and so on.
—This is the market!
Multi-Brain River stepped out, paused, and continued forward.
It discovered it had turned back into the Old Blind Man.
Looking back.
The broken wall revealed a collapsed, dilapidated temple, overgrown with weeds, with a few snoring vagrants inside.
People turned a blind eye to this.
The Old Blind Man fell silent.
Just a mont ago—
In fact, he hadn’t really left.
He seed to have been released, but in the end, he reneged on his promise.
They were prepared for his change of heart.
And they guarded against it.
The Old Blind Man took out a ragged cloth and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
If I had known, I would have dodged this move from afar after escaping, and then gone after that guy.
That’s what I should’ve done.
I was overconfident.
What to do now?
The Old Blind Man sighed and began to consider the next step.
Upon closer thought.
The key lies with the first person who was caught.
I need to discuss it with him, see if—
"Old man, I’m here for revenge!"
Soone shouted.
Imdiately, a sword ca flying at him.
The Old Blind Man quickly backed away, shouting:
"Slow down, slow down, let’s clear things up!"
We need to plan thoroughly.
I need to join forces with him and co up with a plan!
Augustus roared:
"Clear up what, damn it? How many tis have you killed ?"
He wielded the sword, continually chasing and slashing at the Old Blind Man.
The market turned into chaos.
Three hundred years later.
"Master."
"Mm."
"Today, I am ascending to Heaven."
"Alright, go then."
"For more than three hundred years, thanks to Master’s patient teachings, I am eternally grateful."
"No need to be formal, go ahead."
"Yes."
Augustus knelt on the ground, bowed several tis, got up to leave, then suddenly rembered sothing.
"Master, is your hysteria really cured?"
He asked cautiously.
The Old Blind Man sat cross-legged, eyes closed, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, and said softly:
"Go on, you don’t need to worry about ."
"Master, your strength is vast and unfathomable, why not ascend with ? Maybe there are immortals in Heaven who can cure your hysteria?" Augustus asked.
"You go ascend, leave be, I still have things to do in the mortal world." The Old Blind Man laughed.
"...Alright, Master." Augustus said.
He walked out of the room, his physique flashed, and he flew into the distant sky.
Only the Old Blind Man was left sitting there.
There was no one around.
He suddenly let out a roar, pounding the ground forcefully.
Rumble—
The power of this punch was terrifying, almost enough to destroy a planet!
The earth shattered utterly.
All things withered.
All life was extinguished.
The void flickered.
The next second.
Everything returned to normal.
Augustus appeared before him again, knelt on both knees, and said:
"Master."
"Mm."
"Today, I am ascending to Heaven."
"Alright, go then."
"For more than three hundred years, thanks to Master’s patient teachings, I am eternally grateful."
"No need to be formal, go ahead."
The Old Blind Man responded woodenly until the other person left.
There was no one around.
It was as if it were a stone statue, having lost all life force, sitting there motionless.
Three hundred years.
He had tried countless thods but could not break through that sword technique.
Instead, Augustus was driven by body and mind onto the path of cultivation!
The harder he cultivated.
The more strength this world captured.
Yet I can’t fall out with Augustus, otherwise, the constant battling would make the strength drain even faster!
Working together won’t work either.
Sotis.
Augustus wasn’t Augustus.
Even I don’t know what he is, but I can’t kill him, like a presence in a dream.
Exhausted to the extre.
Absolutely no way.
Darkness ca and went, light appeared and disappeared.
Suddenly.
The Old Blind Man spoke: "Three hundred years, you’ve absorbed most of my and his strength, now you’re totally unafraid of us."
"I can’t beat you, I pose no threat to you."
"Let go."
The room was silent.
No one replied.
Deathly silence.
The Old Blind Man trembled all over, shouting fiercely: "What do you want? Speak, I’ll give you anything, let go!"
"Let go!!!"
There was no reply.
The entire world remained in a phantasmal and cold silence.
The Old Blind Man suddenly rembered sothing.
Three hundred years ago—
Yes.
The lotus pond!
Could there be a chance?
This thought was like the only beam of light in the darkness.
Yes.
If the other can do this.
Why can’t I?
Following his logic, executing my plan along the run of that sword technique.
Maybe...
The Old Blind Man seed to regain vitality.
His hands trembled, clenched together to form a spell seal.
"Fortunately, these years I’ve barely managed so ti-side techniques..."
"Might as well try!"
Once the spell seal was completed.
In an instant.
The Old Blind Man vanished from where he stood.
Three hundred years ago.
In the county town.
On the street.
A governnt officer rode a fast horse, galloping towards the noodle shop.
Pedestrians quickly moved to the sides of the road.
The Old Blind Man was no exception.
He stood against the wall, thinking about the next step, when suddenly a voice sounded in his ear:
"How about we call it a truce?"
The Old Blind Man turned around abruptly.
Behind him was the wall.
The speaker was on the other side of the wall.
The Old Blind Man pressed his hand against the wall, about to use his strength, then stopped imdiately.
Last ti.
He had smashed the wall, leapt into the lotus pond, then crushed the thing making the sound in the pavilion.
Upon thinking carefully.
He never saw that rectangular tal object again.
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