Twilight Boundary-Chapter 758 - 749 Just One Life

"Indeed, such a meticulously crafted plan fell apart, revealing its flaws for a reason."

"But do you think I lack the means to deal with the Hu Family?"

「Shangjing, behind the incense table.」

The State Preceptor's plans were disrupted by this sudden turn of events, yet he was not the least bit surprised; his expression merely grew colder.

It wasn't that his skills were lacking or that he hadn't been vigilant; he simply hadn't accounted for how ruthless the Hu Family could be, always exceeding his expectations. There was no time for anger. He grabbed the Peach Wood Sword in his hand and swiftly slashed down at the five oil lamps on the incense table.

He muttered solemnly, "From the beginning, I have regarded this matter far more seriously than your Hu Family!"

Elsewhere, a green banner had already entered the Intermediate Yin Realm, wrapping around the Book of Life and Death, using it to enter the Divine Soul of Hu Ma.

This was the true Great Divine Power that defied the heavens and altered fate, a grand maneuver.

The previous mishap was merely the discontent of a soul that died over a decade ago, not worth fearing.

The errors that needed correction could be rectified now, and even the Hu Family of Zhensui Mansion, which seemed to have deviated, would be brought back.

Yet, at this moment, beside the battle formation, looking at the hand that emerged from the coffin, Calculation was so frightened that he fell to the ground, unable to even offer any suggestions.

Surprisingly, Little Douguan displayed more composure than him. This little ghost stared intently at the skeletal hand reaching out from the coffin, not forgetting to kneel and bow.

As he rose, he urgently said to Immortal Miaoshan, "Quick, Auntie, you're the only one who can help the Master..."

Immortal Miaoshan was even more anxious, "How am I supposed to help?"

Little Douguan replied, "Just set up the ancestral tablet like you would for any ancestor..."

While speaking, he had already crawled into Immortal Miaoshan's carriage and begun rummaging through it. The problem was that Immortal Miaoshan always threw things around, making it hard to find anything. Fortunately, she liked to keep things with her and could eventually find what she needed.

After searching for a long time, Little Douguan finally found the tablet, wrapped in gray cloth, covered in dust.

Immortal Miaoshan stared blankly at it, suddenly remembering that it was her father's tablet.

Her father had been deceased for so long that she only took it out to worship once a year during the Hungry Ghost Festival, and even then, she occasionally forgot.

"Worship him?"

Immortal Miaoshan dazedly said, "It's not a festive season; what's the use of worshipping him now?"

Moreover, she thought worshipping wasn't supposed to be by the battlefield; the ominous aura above the battlefield might offend the ancestors.

Little Douguan, however, meticulously arranged the tablet and then stepped back, turning to Immortal Miaoshan, "Auntie, surely you remember who your father is?"

"Who could forget?"

Immortal Miaoshan looked at the name written on the tablet and said, "It's Tao Dawang, the rich man of Shangjing. Twenty years ago, when chaos erupted in Shangjing, our whole family was wiped out, leaving only me.

"Later, Big Senior Brother saved me, secured my family's wealth, and I started wandering around... I hardly saw him when I was little, almost forgot his face, but the wealth he left was immense, impossible to spend!"

"As long as you remember!"

Little Douguan handed her the incense, insistently placing it in her hand, then took down the incense burner, "Worship!"

Immortal Miaoshan was fairly naive and easily persuaded.

Though she didn't understand, she still obediently held the incense, bowing toward the incense burner.

By now, Calculation was completely clueless about what was happening. He knew that Immortal Miaoshan was indeed blessed; in all his years of fortune-telling, he had never witnessed anyone with such fortune.

But he had been too busy lately to pay attention to her, especially unaware that many parties had made this chaotic situation boil into a mess. So why did the little ghost want her to worship her ancestors here?

He was puzzled when Immortal Miaoshan, incense in hand, bowed down.

The incense smoke spiraled up, burning into three even sticks—an incense form signifying immense, heaven-sent blessings. It was as if a warm breeze swept in, and the world fell silent.

Even in this situation, Calculation's eyes widened in shock. The battlefield was nearby, furious and malevolent with the evil energy of warfare; even a blessed land could turn disastrous under such conditions.

Yet now, Immortal Miaoshan alone was burning incense, remarkably her fortune was so deep-rooted that it overshadowed the battlefield.

Humans could alter their environment.

An Evil Land would logically bring endless misfortune to anyone living there, but if someone could suppress its evil.

Generations later, with thriving descendants and ancestral worship, even an Evil Land could turn blessed thanks to the family's presence. Calculation understood this principle but couldn't grasp the current situation.

How could one person, worshipping ancestors, surpass the blessings of others with five generations under one roof in sheer weight?

The warm wind blew away the bloody and evil air of the battlefield, even dispelling the unnatural rainfall.

In the midst of the battle formation, Fourth Miss Zhou watched in horror as Hu Ma's body was being destroyed, almost bursting into tears, yet Little Hongtang was fierce, pointing at Hu Ma and giving the order.

No one knew what kind of psychological turmoil Fourth Miss Zhou experienced in that brief moment, as she saw Hu Ma's pale lips and suddenly took a deep breath, rushing to his side.

Closing her eyes, she blew breath into him.

Then, she suddenly released him, looking at Hu Ma's body, full of arrow holes, with a sobbing voice, "Broken, it's leaking..."

Little Hongtang was left stunned, "You're supposed to transfer life energy..."

"Are you trying to inflate a frog?"

"Oh!"

Fourth Miss Zhou, after the first failure, tried a second time, this time more carefully, transferring less breath into him.

"Father..."

Amidst the flowing blessings and genuine Shousui aura surrounding him, Hu Ma, existing in the Intermediate Yin Realm, distinctly felt a tremor in his heart.

Wrapped in the Book of Life and Death, he clearly sensed everything his father, Hu Shan, had done. Originally, he felt aloof towards this father.

Firstly, he had no memories, and secondly, the man was a stranger to him.

Yet upon witnessing him taking action, hearing his sighs within the Book of Life and Death, a deep stirring arose within.

The Hu Family truly sacrificed their only descendant to foil the State Preceptor's plans, turning me into a vessel for stitching the Reincarnator Immortal Fate, a future Main Sacrificial of the Daluo Dharma Sect?

No, that wasn't right. Even though he saw it within the Book of Life and Death, it was veiled by mist, obscuring the truth.

First, there was Lao Junmei.

Lao Junmei wasn't forcibly stitched; rather, it seemed he willingly gifted everything to him.

But why would he do such a thing? He, regarded as a top-tier figure among previous Reincarnators, actually bestowed his legacy upon a baby?

Shouldn't the Hu Family and Reincarnators bear animosity toward each other?

And at this moment, the lone remaining green banner tightly enveloped Hu Ma, and streams of information not belonging to Hu Ma rapidly encroached upon his destiny.

Hu Ma could even see that within the Book of Life and Death, his name was overshadowed by a massive shadow—that of Lao Junmei. There was also a blurred shadow representing Hu Ma, a descendant of the Hu Family. Besides these, there was an extremely faint name.

A name, twenty years old, added from the moment of his birth, crafted by the Daluo Dharma Sect.

As the green banner wrapped around, that name grew clearer, expanding to overshadow the shadow left by Lao Junmei and even his original name.

"Two people altered my fate!"

At this moment, clarity washed over his mind, piercing through the fog, revealing the truth inscribed on the Book of Life and Death.

Destiny, granted by heaven and earth, was immutable, yet some people's skills reached heights defying the heavens, disregarding even God.

One was Lao Junmei, who left the Immortal Fate to alter his destiny and pass something on to him. The other was the Daluo Dharma Sect's influence, striving to change his fate anew through that faint mark.

BOOM!

But at this moment, Hu Ma wasn't aware of the events outside; he merely felt the resonance from the mark left by Lao Junmei within his destiny.

A nail originally pinned into his Divine Soul was, during this resonant moment, bizarrely extracted. At that moment, Hu Ma didn't have time to contemplate; he swiftly grabbed it and stabbed it into the writhing, growing thread of his destiny.

TEAR!

With the destiny line pinned, the green banner suddenly tore, detaching from the Book of Life and Death, and haphazardly flew from the Intermediate Yin Realm.

At that instant, clarity swept through Hu Ma's heart.

All cause and effect reflected in his mind: "There wasn't any multiple destinies; from start to finish, there has only ever been one life."

"Before I was seventeen, my Divine Soul was chaotic, lacking the three souls, and life experiences effectively nonexistent. So Lao Junmei gifted his Immortal Fate and adjusted previous life's memory as a gift..." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"I've always been a descendant of the Hu Family; only someone altered my fate, swayed me from my destiny. Additionally, Lao Junmei's destiny overshadowed mine, two massive shadows concealing my destiny..."

"Even the Madman in the theft disaster sect got it wrong..."

"I'm not born with multiple original fates; those two destinies were imposed on me. I've ever only had one fate."

SNAP!

Simultaneously, at the incense table in Shangjing, the State Preceptor's Peach Wood Sword broke out of nowhere just as it was about to strike the incense table.

His face instantly turned grim, rarely revealing a trace of hatred on his usually sage-like demeanor, "Mr. Lao Junmei, someone with no original destiny, what do you hope to achieve by doing all this?"

"If the other Reincarnators knew you were a traitor, what would they think?"