Chapter 1627: Six Paths Reincarnation
“Master, are you about to comprehend the Dao?” The three were all astonished. In front of the thatched hut, Ye Fan’s mind was calm, his body still, as he pondered his own path. At this moment, he felt a clarity in his heart.
What he saw was not only the scenery before him, but also past events and memories flowing through his mind, bit by bit, many, many things, impossible to forget. Later, many old memories faded away, like floating dust rising, revealing a crystalline Immortal Platform, reflecting some unforgettable matters—someone gazing up under the starry sky, calling his name; someone fighting fiercely against a Supreme Being, leaving him forever…
All of it traced back to the scene of him exploding in the universe, beginning in the past, severed here. Three hundred years, with more than half of that time blank, had created his current state.
It was only in recent years that he had fully revived, yet even now his head still ached sometimes. Whenever he reflected, it felt like knives were cutting at his primordial spirit.
He clearly sensed that his physical body had grown stronger, even more so than before after reshaping his form. Moreover, fragments of Dao laws were sealed within his flesh, entangled in his blood and muscles, yet he could not activate them.
Ye Fan let out a soft sigh, stood up, and said, “Don’t worry about me. Go walk your own paths. I need to think carefully.”
In the following days, Ye Fan wandered among the hills. He saw a lightning-struck tree, its entire body charred black, lifeless for several years, yet now sprouting new branches and buds.
Here, he paused for a long time, sensing a vibrant vitality—the power of rebirth after calamity—which resonated with him.
Ye Fan stood there for a long time without moving, as if petrified for several days, becoming a stone statue. During this time, birds landed on him, beasts drew near, ignoring him as if he were a piece of deadwood, paying him no mind.
It wasn’t until half a month later that he rose, exploring himself, observing other paths, and moving toward his next goal.
At this moment, his entire being radiated a life force, like that lightning-struck tree, nurturing new hope after the great tribulation, fostering a different vitality within his flesh.
Ye Fan’s body shimmered with light, his whole form becoming somewhat translucent, spiritual energy diffusing. On the distant horizon, his three disciples were astonished.
“Master has no Dao law fragments manifesting, yet I feel a Dao force operating within him. This is truly strange.”
“No, that’s an instinct—the vitality dormant in his flesh, the resonance of his sealed Dao.”
“Master is trying to defy the heavens. Others are comprehending the Emperor Venerable’s Immortal Scripture, but he wants to think for himself. This isn’t just about recovery; it’s about soaring to the skies!”
Seeing this, the three understood instantly. They knew Ye Fan was treading his own path, truly trying to break out of the dead end and shatter the shackles.
“If Yin Tiande and Yao Guang come, it won’t be good—they might interrupt Master’s contemplation. We should follow him.”
“No need. Even if they arrive, in the Flying Immortal Battlefield, they can’t harm Master. I feel his source power is even more vigorous than before, unfathomable.”
In the end, the three disciples left the horizon. Though they didn’t truly go far, they were no longer within sight, so as not to disturb Ye Fan’s thoughts.
A lone wolf lay fallen on the ground, old and weak, ultimately unable to withstand the ravages of time, its eyes closed.
Ye Fan approached, stood silently for a moment. A wisp of deathly aura spread, the wolf’s corpse growing cold, leaving behind a stretch of silence.
“No afterlife, no rebirth. Life must always reach its end…”
Ye Fan walked dozens of steps away, then stopped, sitting on a rock, calmly gazing at the mountains and rivers.
Several vultures flew over, landing on the ground, beginning to tear at the wolf’s corpse, which quickly became blood-soaked. As more vultures gathered, only some bones remained on the ground—a brutal scene.
“In the end, it reaches the limit, with no path ahead.” Ye Fan moved on to the next place.
That was a desert. Though the golden sand was scorching hot, life still thrived there—snakes, ants, cacti—containing vitality within despair.
Ye Fan looked back toward the wolf’s corpse, then here. A few similar threads of life force spread, making him pause slightly.
When the sun set in the west, the sunset dyed the sky red, sinking into the desert. A great river inadvertently flowed past his feet. Ye Fan felt a sense of desolation, grandeur, and majesty.
He traveled alone, at the speed of an ordinary person, unhurried, savoring the desert scenery, experiencing the loneliness and desolation under the starry night.
Finally, Ye Fan entered a vast grassland, saw withered thorns turn green after a rainstorm, grass growing and withering, the scene of thriving life, experiencing the process of vitality’s transformation.
On a rainy night, he saw a giant carp by a lake shore, struggling and grinding, tearing its belly, extending sharp claws, evolving toward a higher life form.
He had seen too much, seemingly without connection. Ye Fan was only pondering his own path, walking aimlessly. Stopping to observe these things didn’t necessarily mean he would gain something.
“Transformation, a process of rebirth.”
Ye Fan returned to the thatched hut. The gecko’s severed tail had already regrown, stronger than before.
The old snake was also progressing rapidly. That day, it shed its skin again, leaving behind an old layer. This time, its horns were even more crystalline, and small protrusions appeared on its belly, as if dragon claws were about to grow.
“A thousand years of accumulation, released within a month. The snake is truly about to transform into a flood dragon,” Ye Fan murmured to himself.
Accumulation, sedimentation, then a sudden burst in a period of time, achieving a sublimation—this was his intuitive understanding, his first reaction based on observed facts.
Ye Fan left the thatched hut for the second time, setting out from here, still following the same path. The lightning-struck tree had revived; it could be foreseen that one day it would flourish again, lush and verdant.
“Decay contains new life; despair reveals a glimmer of dawn.”
Ye Fan set out on a farther path. Passing the site of the wolf’s corpse, he saw a thriving vitality there. All the deathly aura had dissipated, leaving only life force blooming.
Because a large patch of green grass had grown on the spot, exceptionally vigorous. The remnants of the wolf’s corpse nourished the vegetation there.
“Is there no reincarnation?”
He was stunned. The lone wolf had died, no longer existing, yet it had nurtured another form of life.
He looked up into the distance. Several vultures soared, then landed on the ground, clearly having found a new target—fighting, snatching, blood-soaked.
In the places where vultures frequented, he saw much bird droppings, and the vegetation there was especially lush, incredibly abundant.
“The six paths of reincarnation in the world,” Ye Fan suddenly said this.
In the distance, Ye Tong, Huahua, and Yang Xi were all greatly startled. Today, on a whim, they had followed from afar, feeling that their master was always brooding over his path without a solution, hoping to join in.
“Master has never believed in an afterlife, never trusted the past, never placed his heart in a future life, only striving for this life. Why has he suddenly changed?!”
“What happened? How has Master’s view changed?”
“Could it be that Master’s physical problem is so severe that he needs to rely on reincarnation and rebirth to completely resolve it?”
They were all alarmed, feeling something was off. They showed worried expressions but did not approach, still standing at the end of the horizon.
Ye Fan was lost in thought. Naturally, he hadn’t changed his beliefs. Rather, he was understanding reincarnation from another angle. The so-called six paths of rebirth, living only for the next life—that was not what he was considering.
What he saw was a transformation of pure matter and pure imprints. The wolf dying, turning into a corpse, then into soil—this was the most essential and ordinary dissipation and decomposition.
After becoming soil, it was absorbed by vegetation, growing vigorously. The lone wolf became a component of another life form—this was an alternative form of rebirth.
The lush grass was eaten by deer and sheep, transforming into another life form, with the unchanging elements being the most fundamental substances.
Herbivores became food for predators; the wolf’s corpse became food for vultures, becoming part of their bodies—still undergoing this cycle, a different kind of six paths reincarnation.
“I am a world. My Dao, my laws, my imprints—they are reborn within my inner world, never dissipating,” Ye Fan murmured to himself, leaving this place.
Then, he entered the desert again, saw animal carcasses beneath the cacti, saw predatory beasts hunting—all of this was also a cycle, an alternative reincarnation.
A solitary smoke rises straight in the desert; the setting sun is round over the long river.
In the end, even the path he walked was a cycle, ultimately returning to the thatched hut.
Transformation—from the small changes within oneself to the great cycle of reincarnation—Ye Fan’s mind was tranquil. From the simplest natural scenes he had observed along the way, he connected them to the issues of his own body.
That day, he sat down cross-legged, his whole body crystalline, faintly exuding a feeling that the Great Dao was about to emerge, silencing the world.
His countenance was solemn and dignified. Within him, an awe-inspiring aura spread, strands and threads diffusing outward. In the distance, Ye Tong, Huahua, and Yang Xi were all very shocked—the fluctuations of those law fragments felt terrifying even to them!
“Boom!”
That day, everyone in this region of mountains and rivers felt a vast oppressive pressure, as if a peerless expert had emerged, breaking free from a seal, emitting Dao fluctuations that sent chills down their spines.
“Has Master recovered?!” Ye Tong and the others showed delighted expressions.
But soon, their faces turned serious as they watched intently.
Ye Fan’s body was crystalline. Law fragments revived, transforming into one star after another. His entire body seemed like a world, turning into a grand universe.
That scene was terrifying—a change of heaven and earth. Chaotic mist swirled, law fragments came to life, forming rivers of stars, constructing a human body universe.
Ye Tong, Huahua, and Yang Xi breathed rapidly, watching this with tension, sensing a supreme majesty and an overwhelming law force.
It seemed that all the heavenly Dao had entered Ye Fan’s body, recreating a new world, vast and unfathomable.
However, the final result was that Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes, then his body shook violently. He shattered the endless rivers of stars, destroyed the myriad domain stars. His body instantly dimmed, no longer crystalline—all the stars exploded.
“Master!” Ye Tong and the others shouted, all rushing over.
“This is just my body. There’s no need to replicate the existing universe.” Ye Fan stood up. The revived law fragments from before had disappeared again, his eyes returning to dimness.
“Master, are you alright?” Yang Xi asked worriedly.
“I’m fine, better than ever before.” Ye Fan’s answer surprised them. Right now, he clearly had no magical power fluctuations, his Dao cultivation hadn’t returned—why would he say that?
Then, Ye Fan fell into contemplation, motionless for a long time.
“Master, what are you thinking about?” Ye Tong asked with concern.
“I’m thinking about some issues: accumulation, transformation, sublimation, passing away, reincarnation, immortality,” Ye Fan replied honestly.
The three showed strange expressions. The last two of these issues clearly exceeded what a Great Sage should consider. What was their master planning to do?
“Master, are you alright?” Huahua asked.
“Dong!”
Ye Fan knocked on his bald head, making him wince in pain. “It’s been three hundred years—why are you hitting me again?”
“We’re going to the Imperial Pass,” Ye Fan said at that moment.
Ye Fan had arrived, about to enter the Imperial Pass. The news shook the entire majestic ancient city, making many people’s hearts skip a beat.
Hadn’t he lost his Dao cultivation? How dare he come here? This wasn’t the Flying Immortal Battlefield, which didn’t restrict the law power of other experts. What did he want to do?!
“Sacred Body Ye Fan is coming, about to enter the Imperial Pass!”
“The news is true. Only his three disciples accompany him, no other experts. He fears nothing here!”
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