noffsinger Chapter 1769 Abandoning Truth
Chapter 1769 Abandoning Truth
Chapter 1769 Abandoning Truth
"Really..."
The more Zhang Fan reflected on this, the more uneasy he felt.
I was amazed by the endless mysteries of the true and false paths, but also felt a slight pang of sadness because they did not truly belong to me.
It's like having a stunning beauty right in front of you, but you can only feast your eyes on her.
In his moment of despondency, Zhang Fan suddenly had another thought: "However, it is still unknown who truly possesses the true and false Dao. Even if the person behind the scenes sees us as pawns, they have still given us the opportunity to come into contact with the true Dao."
"There is no wall that cannot be breached..."
Zhang Fan quickly regained his spirits and devoted himself to understanding the transformation between truth and falsehood.
Having taken a step beyond the shackles, he realized that besides directly plundering through mutual killing, his own comprehension could also enhance his understanding of the difference between truth and falsehood.
In fact, what one comprehends oneself might be more "reliable" than what one obtains from other chosen ones.
With this belief, Zhang Fan entered into a long period of seclusion.
Regardless of the treacherous and bloody storms outside, he remained steadfast in his enlightenment.
As time passed, the chess pieces that Li Fan had scattered across the mountains and seas gradually died in silence.
From its initial magnificent splendor, covering mountains and seas, to now only a handful of people barely clinging to life, the speed of change is truly unexpected.
Ultimately, it is because what is "real" at a particular time and place cannot be called "real" at all.
There is no power that can instantly reset the entire mountain and sea, and there are countless strong people in the mountain and sea, and too many ways to deal with "True".
What may seem like a slight difference in numbers is actually a fundamental distinction.
When Zhang Fan woke up from his deep sleep, he immediately realized this.
He felt ashamed of his past arrogance and ignorance: "Truly, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. He thought that with the benefit of the True Realm, he could go anywhere in the mountains and seas. In fact, as long as one reaches the Saint Realm, one can probably break through the protection of the True Realm and suppress it directly."
"And how many Mountain and Sea Saints there are! If they were to join forces..."
With a thought, Zhang Fan silently recited the seven words, "When the real is made into the fake, the fake becomes real."
It was as if I were seeing the entire landscape from the perspective of "Real Person." I had a general idea of the true and false paths that lingered between the mountains and the sea.
"I only had one period of seclusion, yet the numbers have dwindled to this extent."
"No... there's a lot more, gathered in one place!" Zhang Fan's expression changed. He didn't dare to actually look, but just silently sensed it.
While feeling a sense of dread and shock, I also felt a pang of pity.
In the past, countless chosen ones were present, what a lively scene it was. He was still thinking of gathering everyone together to find out who was behind it all.
Now it seems……
"Having both the true and false Great Dao within oneself is indeed a treasure that can provide protection. However, possessing such a treasure is a crime, and the risks involved are terrifying. With all the sages watching with covetous eyes, ordinary chosen ones of destiny truly have no good way to escape."
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's thoughts during this seclusion became even stronger.
That is...
He wanted to abandon the true and false paths and instead seek out other paths that truly belonged to him!
Even Zhang Fan himself found this decision extremely unbelievable.
The path to heaven is within reach. Why not seize the opportunity to cultivate yourself, instead of focusing on the trivial and pursuing other inferior paths?
That would be extremely unwise.
But Zhang Fan knew he had a reason to do so.
"Because [it] really doesn't belong to me after all!" Zhang Fan sighed again.
His long periods of secluded cultivation, each attempt to grasp the Dao more firmly, did not bring him any closer to the true or false path.
There was no estrangement either.
Instead, it always remained elusive, as if it had been predetermined.
After countless failures, Zhang Fan finally decided to give up.
"He who knows himself is wise; he who knows himself is intelligent."
“Giving up one mountain doesn’t mean losing all the mountains in the world. Maybe I can find the one that truly belongs to me…” Zhang Fan tried hard to convince himself.
Although he had officially decided to give up comprehending the true and false Dao, it did not prevent Zhang Fan from continuing to regard [True] as a "handy tool".
"Perhaps it is not possible to completely reverse the situation in a short time and in a specific place, but releasing it at a critical moment will always cause some interference."
"Moreover, all the sages believe that the greatest trump card of the Chosen Ones is authenticity. Perhaps this is my opportunity..."
Zhang Fan's eyes flashed, and in the blink of an eye, a wooden fishing rod appeared in his hand.
At the same time, a silver vortex appeared between his brows, and he seemed to hear the slow sound of a knife being sharpened.
During his seclusion, he did not actively seek enlightenment about these paths.
But they all took the initiative to offer themselves to Zhang Fan, and their connection with him became increasingly close.
He felt as if he had returned to that sanctuary, living a carefree life with the old fisherman, Xuan Yuanhong, and others.
I sought it desperately, but could not obtain it.
Unintentionally, the willows grew into a shady tree.
This is also one of the important reasons for Zhang Fan's change of mindset.
Zhang Fan was not a dull person; he had already vaguely guessed the reason why these great Daos had changed so much.
"He must have perished because of me."
I didn't feel much grief, just a sense of melancholy.
However, Zhang Fan quickly put all his emotions aside and began to comprehend the Great Dao that was entangled within him.
"The path to immortality is not here."
"The rest of them spontaneously gathered towards me..."
“Slaying life, fishing, breaking formations, forgetting scheming, extraordinary luck, folding paper.”
Zhang Fan found none of the mysteries and profound principles obscure or difficult; instead, he felt an unparalleled sense of familiarity and closeness to them.
"Perhaps they are far weaker than the complete true and false Great Dao."
"But compared to the incomplete one, it's really..."
"They are even stronger!"
"A bird in the hand is worth more than a flock of birds in the forest!"
Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and finally made a decision.
In an instant, as if his obsession had been severed, Zhang Fan felt a sense of relief wash over him.
All the complex emotions he had previously felt when facing "really" vanished.
All that remains is a detached acceptance of what I gain or lose.
"If you are in my possession, I will cherish you as a powerful weapon. If you are gone..."
"Then let's just consider it a broken magic weapon."
Zhang Fan smiled gently.
Although he experienced many changes in his understanding of the Dao over the years, ultimately deciding to switch to a different path, this does not mean that all those years of effort were in vain.
Zhang Fan vaguely sensed that the transformation between truth and falsehood had many similarities with the Dao that entangled him, such as severing life and fishing.
"Or rather, the relationship between the transformation of truth and falsehood and all the Great Daos of the Mountains and Seas is like this. It is like the foundation of the Mountains and Seas. If you comprehend the transformation of truth and falsehood, you can then comprehend other Great Daos with twice the result and half the effort. Conversely, if you have a thorough understanding of the other Great Daos of the Mountains and Seas, then you will naturally become more proficient in the transformation of truth and falsehood."
Zhang Fan seemed to be deep in thought, so he went into seclusion again.
Originally, the various Great Daos on his body were separate and independent of each other.
But as time goes by, fishing, beheading, luck, folding paper, and so on seem to be slowly merging together.
The transformation between truth and falsehood is like the fusion agent between them.
This caused all the paths that originally belonged to the gods and seas to converge on Zhang Fan.
All paths are integrated, especially the paths of mountains and seas.
The time required is extremely long, measured in terms of the scale of life in mountains and seas.
Zhang Fan seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
And the miraculous fortune of mountains and seas also seems to be working in the dark.
Zhang Fan sat quietly here, meditating and cultivating himself.
Throughout the long passage of time, countless immense thoughts swept across the sky.
However, they still could not find any trace of Zhang Fan.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Fan completely concealed all his aura. He seemed to have vanished from the mountains and seas.
And the lifespan of the mountains and seas is also coming to an end.
Even the most miraculous fortune cannot protect those in a state of uncertainty; the Dao Annihilation is swallowed up by a whale.
However, the Dao of Annihilation, which could swallow mountains and seas, was ineffective against Zhang Fan.
The pitch-black waves rolled and crashed against my body.
It had no effect on Zhang Fan in the slightest.
However, noticing the strange situation around him, Zhang Fan eventually woke up slowly.
"Huh? How long did I sleep?"
Zhang Fan was somewhat surprised, but after realizing his own level of cultivation, all his emotions vanished.
"That's how you become a saint?"
Feeling his current state, Zhang Fan's expression was somewhat puzzled.
What he once saw as an endless expanse of mountains and seas no longer appears so majestic and awe-inspiring in his view.
If one can bear it on their shoulders, they will stand shoulder to shoulder with it.
"Mountains and seas are nothing more than this."
This thought involuntarily arose in Zhang Fan's mind.
Breaking through from transcendence to the realm of sainthood should have been an earth-shattering event.
However, it happened to Zhang Fan so quietly.
It happened naturally, without any noticeable movement.
There wasn't even a fluctuation in his breathing.
He became a saint.
To be honest, Zhang Fan was still disappointed. He hadn't been able to personally experience the thrilling moment of becoming a saint.
"Fortunately, we finally got to this point."
"Now, I have enough power. I no longer need to fear anyone in the mountains and seas."
Zhang Fan originally thought he would first go to the place behind the scenes that he had sensed before, to confront the Lord of [True Reality]. However, after realizing that the Heavenly Child was almost completely dead, and seeing the gathering of True and False Daos not far away...
But he changed his mind.
"Someone has to stand up for you."
"Let me, the one who survived, take over."
Zhang Fan took light steps and walked towards the depths of the mountains and seas.
There, saints gathered.
But all the attention of the Mountain and Sea Saints was focused on one particular point.
They didn't even react to Zhang Fan's sudden arrival.
Zhang Fan's gaze followed.
A towering tree stands in the void.
Countless figures hung upside down, as if solidified into fruit.
The varying degrees of genuine and false Dao aura emanating from them undoubtedly revealed their identities.
The Chosen One!
Zhang Fan also recognized many familiar faces among those countless figures.
This includes Zhou Fan, who used the "well-known" supernatural power to make him look extremely embarrassed.
However, that happened countless years ago, and Zhang Fan's resentment had long since faded.
There was no resentment, only a deep sorrow for those who were also chosen by fate.
Although they still possess the "real" power, it seems they have the strength to start over at any time.
But all the chosen ones were caught up in a powerful illusion.
This is a net of bondage jointly created by the saints of mountains and seas.
This influence distorted the beliefs of those destined for greatness.
The world they experienced was not the real world. What they thought was a real event was actually not a real event.
"What are the saints doing..."
"You want to use the body of the Chosen One to comprehend the true and false Great Dao?"
That was Zhang Fan's initial thought.
But he soon realized something was wrong.
No one understood the unfathomable nature of the true and false paths of Tao better than him.
Even if one could draw upon the feelings and experiences of the chosen one, one could not possibly comprehend the difference between truth and falsehood in the slightest.
Zhang Fan was certain that any attempt to comprehend the "truth" was doomed to failure.
"Apart from that True Lord, there is no one else in this world who can truly comprehend and control truth and falsehood."
"So many years have passed, and with the wisdom and intelligence of these sages, it's impossible that they haven't realized this. So what they are doing is..."
What happened next explained the answer to Zhang Fan.
The world is facing its end, with the Dao raging and boiling endlessly.
But the saints remained completely calm.
A strange fluctuation gradually emanated from the tree laden with Destiny Seeds.
Zhang Fan was naturally very familiar with it.
"Really?!" He was startled.
A faint light and shadow surged by, swallowed up by the Dao and the mountains and seas, only to return and reappear in the world.
It was as if the mountains and seas had been reset.
But the great tree that holds countless destiny children still stands.
The saints are still here.
The mountains and seas that should have been destroyed have been given a glimmer of life again because of this reset.
"But what's the point of doing this?" Zhang Fan asked, puzzled.
"To be alive is the meaning of life." A voice rang out, and all the saints' gazes fell upon Zhang Fan.
"Who are you?" Zhang Fan looked at the young man who appeared in front of him, his heart filled with vigilance.
"Qiu Xinhui," the young man said simply, then asked, "Are you here to avenge them?"
Zhang Fan's motives were exposed, but he didn't admit it. He simply snorted coldly, "I did it to free them!"
Even though Zhang Fan felt that with his current strength he could easily dominate all the saints, he still sensed a slight sense of danger from this young man.
Therefore, they did not take immediate action, but instead waited to see how things would develop.
For some reason, Qiu Xinhui's words always gave him a strangely familiar feeling.
“Relief…” Qiu Xinhui smiled again.
He repeated, "To live is to have meaning. What you consider liberation..."
"Are they really willing?"
Sensing that he might not be able to win the argument, Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes: "Whether I'm willing or not, it's up to me!"
"What, you're trying to stop me?"
Facing the assembled saints, Zhang Fan remained calm and fearless.
There was even a hint of excitement.
His life was rather boring.
Having barely left the village, he was immediately punished by powerful figures like the old fisherman, and had no choice but to stay obediently in the beginner village.
After finally managing to escape, they experienced a brief period of fierce fighting.
But most of his days thereafter were spent in seclusion and isolation.
Based on actual sensory experience, the life he lived was less than a hundred years.
It was quite uneventful.
Now that I have finally succeeded in my cultivation and have the opportunity to compete with the saints of the mountains and seas, how could I possibly miss it?
That's why he had to come here first.
A restless thought stirred within them, and in their vision, the glint of blades began to appear above the heads of the saints.
At that moment, a pale dot suddenly came into view.
The life-slaying blades all dimmed.
Zhang Fan was suddenly startled, but he already felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Let's talk things out calmly and not hurt each other's feelings."
"After all, we share the same goal."
Although the other party did not say it explicitly, Zhang Fan knew who the "target" he was referring to was.
The person behind the scenes who created countless "chosen ones".