I Have Countless Past-life Identities-Chapter 113 - 73: On the Eve of Departing for Yunluan Mountain, Immortal Nirvana True Monarch, Returning to Reality, 2 ’Memory Shards’!_2

The master of the ancient hall smiled.

"Really? Then please, elder, show mercy."

Song Chai Xin raised an eyebrow, without hesitation.

"It's just a dream, after all. This era still does not permit our return... It's not the time yet, even if I don't willingly dissipate, in half a quarter of an hour, you will awaken to reality."

"So, there's no need to act so fearfully."

The young man waved his hand, tugging at the chains on his body, with a slight furrow of his brow:

"These restraints are indeed troublesome."

Muttering softly, he once again gazed deeply at Song Chai Xin:

"To become my follower, you must willingly go to your death."

Indeed!

I knew you little bastard were up to no good!

Song Chai Xin cursed inwardly, his expression unchanged.

To have someone die, to become your follower?

Having only met in a dream, exchanging a few words, you want me to die, as if I owe you something!

At least Bai Qiuyi offers a way out, while you directly transcend people, dreaming of such an outcome, truly unlucky.

Song Chai Xin cursed quietly in his heart.

However, one thing this mysterious hall master said seemed unlikely to be a lie.

That is, in half a quarter of an hour, the dream would shatter automatically, and it seemed he indeed couldn't threaten me.

Picking up on these two points of information.

Song Chai Xin simply remained silent, waiting to exit naturally.

Intuition told him that getting involved with this person, who seemed to be a 'Great Divine Power User', wasn't a good idea.

"Of course, regarding the matter of 'life and death', perhaps you deem it significant, but for me... it isn't quite the same."

"In the not-too-distant future, you will willingly go to your death, and this 'Black Mountain Celestial Abyss, Bronze Ancient Hall' is prepared as your tomb and burial ground."

"I am only a projection here, my true self is not here."

"This is the burial ground chosen for you, you are destined to die young and be buried here, this is your fate."

"However, I can give you a 'second chance'."

The young man's hair was long and smooth, reaching down to his ankles, his eyes ancient and deep, appearing extremely powerful, yet inexplicably like a prisoner trapped here.

He seemed to see through the ancient hall and the celestial abyss that boy atop the dome, and his future destiny.

"As my follower, as long as you're near this celestial abyss, you only need to call my true name, and I will do one thing for you."

"Don't rush to refuse."

Seemingly interpreting Song Chai Xin's impatience and anger, the master of the ancient hall's gaze remained calm:

"There will come a day when you will need it."

Crack, crack.

As he spoke,

that unique realm knit by his will within Song Chai Xin's dream... began to fracture like a shattering mirror.

Simultaneously, everything grew even more blurred.

"Remember,"

"At your destined moment, call my name once, and the contract shall be established."

"Rest assured, sometimes death is not the end, perhaps it is the beginning of another 'life'."

"My esteemed name is..."

"Immortal Nirvana True Monarch!"

Watching the ever-fading, ever-blurring Song Chai Xin.

The one known as 'Immortal Nirvana True Monarch', the master of the ancient hall, softly yet weightily, imprinted each word deeply upon the departing boy's mind.

And then, until he vanished.

Gazing after Song Chai Xin's departing direction.

Feeling the imminent collapse of this riddled 'Dharma Realm'.

Immortal Nirvana True Monarch murmured softly, as if speaking to someone else, yet perhaps even to himself:

"How can one say they are truly alive?"

"With memory intact, the body present, but the soul different, merely a change of vessel, this way..."

"Does it not also count as an unconventional existence?"

"Life and death... heh."

...

Black Mountain City, Guardian Mansion!

With a 'whoosh', Song Chai Xin sat up abruptly, his single shirt clinging to his back, beads of sweat had unknowingly formed on his forehead.

He stared deeply at Black Mountain outside the city, and where it bordered the 'Endless Celestial Abyss' of the Northwest Wilderness, in a voice only he could hear, he murmured:

"Immortal... Nirvana True Monarch?"

This title, sounding unlike a martial artist, seemed more like a Dharma seeker erased from ancient history, or even an Immortal God's esteemed title!

Consider that the martial artists at the fourth step, those who have reached their end, are all called True Masters, meaning they are seekers after immortality and the Dao.

But to truly compare with those Dharma seekers from when the 'Grotto Heavens' of the Three Mountains and Five Peaks emerged as recorded...

True Master, still pales much in comparison!

Grotto Heaven?

Could it be...

That a few centuries ago in this Endless Celestial Abyss, was there once a 'Grotto Heaven Ruins'?

Thinking thus, Song Chai Xin suddenly grabbed his outer garment, adorned it, then pushed open the door, hair flowing, despite the cold night wind brushing his neck, he still moved with swift steps, mounting a fine horse, galloping towards the Outer City.

For a moment, the commotion made officials and maids of the Guardian Mansion extremely alarmed:

"Lord Guardian, it's late at night, where are you going?"

But Song Chai Xin did not respond, only furrowed his brows tightly, remaining silent, proceeding onward.

As soon as he left the Guardian Mansion,

a sword-bearing woman emerged from the west chamber:

"Where is Song Chai Xin going in the middle of the night?"

Ruan Xiuxiu inquired to a perplexed servant.

"Miss Ruan, I don't know either, but judging by the Guardian's direction... he's heading towards Black Mountain?"

"Could it be that monsters and demons haven't been completely eradicated?"

A night-duty junior clerk in blue cautiously spoke up.