# Chapter 940: An Origin Beyond Imagination
This was not ordinary Sanskrit, but extremely ancient—likely the primordial symbols that served as the source of this script, impossible to verify, the embryonic form of Sanskrit.
Therefore, it was very difficult to translate precisely. Yang Xiao had asked a friend to specially invite an Indian Sanskrit authority to study and decipher it, managing only a rough translation.
This was the embryonic form of Sanskrit, yet it gave rise to several possible meanings because the differences from later Sanskrit were too great. A few characters contained multiple meanings, causing immense headaches.
"Awakening and Perfection" was one of the translations.
"Gate of Wisdom" was the second possible meaning.
"Sacred Object That Opens the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth" was the third translation, the most peculiar, leaving people puzzled.
Ye Fan stared blankly, unable to help being shocked. This unremarkable little stone Buddha seemed to have an extraordinary background—one beyond imagination!
The first meaning—Awakening and Perfection—clearly referred to the Buddha. Self-awakening, awakening others, and perfect awakening—these were the three realms. Mortals possessed none of these three realms. Bodhisattvas reached the second realm, self-awakening and teaching all beings. Only Buddhas attained perfection, completely cutting off all delusions, attachments, and ignorance.
The second meaning—Gate of Wisdom—was a general statement, but there was also a line of annotation that truly suggested opening a door.
"Suspected to lead to Mount Meru."
This annotation was even more startling than the original translation. Ye Fan's expression changed. He had just returned from the Tibetan region, where he had momentarily sensed a vast fluctuation, no weaker than Mount Sumeru.
"From the Saha World to Mount Meru"—this was a chilling annotation, extremely mysterious. Could this small stone Buddha really connect to a secret place? It made one ponder deeply.
The third meaning—Sacred Object That Opens the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth—was a very mysterious statement, merely a vague translation. Even the translator himself was uncertain and did not elaborate further.
Ye Fan was filled with doubt and astonishment. He had never expected this small stone Buddha he brought back to be so mysterious. Why had it been abandoned in an uninhabited area, discarded like trash?
Yang Xiao's expression was strange. Ordinary Sanskrit was one thing, but these ancient symbols were rarely seen even in India, only inscribed on one or two national treasure-level artifacts. He asked how Ye Fan had obtained it and kindly but cautiously reminded him that the state had very strict regulations on cultural relics.
Ye Fan felt helpless. Ever since he had given away a few small gifts, Yang Xiao had judged them to be over two thousand years old and probably now regarded him as an antiquities smuggler.
Xu Qiong had given Ye Fan a mobile phone and stored her number in it. After so many years, holding this communication tool again, Ye Fan stared blankly, feeling unaccustomed to it.
Living in the mortal world naturally required money—no matter what one did, it was necessary. The things he carried were too astonishing; casually revealing any one of them would cause enormous trouble.
Having no other choice, he took out a white jade bottle, erased the Dao marks and divine nature from it, broke it into dozens of pieces, and handed them to Xu Qiong, asking her to use her connections to help auction them off.
Although Xu Qiong had mentally prepared herself, seeing such a flawless piece of spiritual jade destroyed like this still shocked her.
And when she entrusted it for auction, during the appraisal process, the old master beat his chest and stamped his feet, extremely pained, saying this was a sin—breaking such a treasure was an incalculable loss to the jade industry, a crime.
Xu Qiong was numbed. She had once seen Ye Fan burn a pile of treasures even more mysterious than this in a cemetery—it was almost dreamlike! And the few ornaments she wore herself were even more extraordinary, making her flesh, blood, bones, and organs feel as if they were being purified every day.
Ye Fan put away his grief and went to do what he should do—visit the families of his former classmates. If they needed help, he would certainly lend a hand.
Half of his classmates had been buried on the ancient Yinghuo star over twenty years ago, and the others were lost in the Big Dipper Star Domain. After so many years, only he had returned alive.
How pitiful are the hearts of parents in this world. When the gray-haired send the black-haired to their graves, it is a great anguish. Even after many years, some families had still not emerged from the shadows. In that era, most families had only one child; losing a child meant losing everything.
Ye Fan sighed softly. Tragedy had not only occurred in his own family. Among the eleven families he had found, several elderly parents had already passed away.
Over twenty years had passed. Most of these elderly were now in their seventies or eighties. In this era, with considerable medical advances, this could hardly be considered longevity. There was no other reason—a wounded heart is hard to heal.
In the Big Dipper, Ye Fan and Liu Yunzhi were mortal enemies, but that had nothing to do with their families. After returning, he also went to the homes of Liu Yunzhi, Wang Yan, and Li Changqing. If they needed care, he would not stand idly by.
Most families had decent material living conditions; only a few had some difficulties. What truly troubled them was the scar in their hearts, especially in their later years.
And Ye Fan could do nothing about this. He had no way to resurrect those people, nor could he bring back the few who were still alive. All he could do was secretly add spiritual medicine to their food and drink, strengthening their bones and muscles, cleansing their flesh and blood, extending their lifespans, and then finding ways to improve their living conditions.
But he didn't know if this was right. Even if their lifespans were extended, if there was no joy in their hearts, was this good or bad?
"There are still a few people who can come back..." Ye Fan muttered to himself, then sighed softly.
The Five-Colored Altar was deep within the ancestral temple of the Feather Transformation Divine Dynasty. Countless cultivators had surged in to compete for the Green Cauldron, immortal scriptures, and so on—extremely dangerous. Even he had not been certain he could return at that time; all he could do was strive and fight.
At that time, he and Pang Bo had not brought Zhang Wenchang and Liu Yiyi, wanting to determine if there was danger before making a decision, to avoid involving them in the same peril.
And indeed, they had found Earth's coordinates in the ancestral temple and immediately handed them to Black Emperor and the others, who could later pass them to Liu Yiyi and Zhang Wenchang to cross back to Earth.
"Perhaps in many years, someone else will return..."
However, Ye Fan did not know that after he left, Huang had appeared and destroyed the divine formation that was the only path to the altar.
Without that teleportation formation, relying on one's own power to enter the Ancient Forbidden Land and ascend the Five-Colored Altar was nearly impossible. Crossing the heavens had become a legend.
Why Pang Bo had suddenly left remained a mystery to Ye Fan to this day. He still couldn't understand, but he believed there must have been some irreversible reason.
Most of his classmates' families had been found. He had done everything he could, even shocking the world by healing those who were critically ill and reversing death itself.
When Ye Fan went to find Zhang Wenchang's family, he was filled with mixed emotions. He still remembered, at the other end of the starry sky, Zhang Wenchang's melancholy—a man in his twenties with the appearance of a sixty or seventy-year-old, poor talent, often bullied by fellow disciples, called a half-waste old man.
In the end, he was pushed out to open a small tavern to make a living, dull and wooden all day, as if without a soul, silently enduring humiliation.
Ye Fan, in a rage, had killed ten people back then and finally sent him to Clumsy Peak of Grand Mystery, changing his fate.
But he knew Zhang Wenchang was not happy. His heart was melancholy, always longing for his parents. He still remembered the time when, drunk, he had wept at the table.
"When I left, my wife was pregnant. Our child was about to be born. When she needed me most, I disappeared and came here..."
Those sad words still echoed in his ears. Ye Fan shook his head forcefully.
Over twenty years had passed. Ye Fan met Zhang Wenchang's biological son. The two looked very alike, making Ye Fan lose himself in thought. If only Zhang Wenchang were here—the child he had longed for day and night had already been born.
Father and son shared a natural bond. This young man didn't talk much either, but he was sharp-minded. When he saw Ye Fan, he directly called out his name.
"I've seen you. There's a photo of you among my father's belongings. You... is my father still alive?" He asked urgently, shocked and impatient.
Ye Fan nodded, happy for Zhang Wenchang but also sad for him. His wife had loved him deeply, given birth to this child, and had not abandoned his aging parents.
"My stepfather is an orphan. My mother married him only so he would treat me better and help care for my grandparents."
Hearing this, Ye Fan was filled with mixed emotions. While feeling relieved for Zhang Wenchang, he also felt a pang of sorrow for him.
"My father disappeared, but I know that he and my mother must have had a deep love back then. Even after all these years, she can't forget. Occasionally, she'll stare off into space alone."
This world held too many helpless things. Life could not be chosen anew. Zhang Wenchang had already left this world; these things could only leave people regretful and powerless.
"My stepfather is a good man. He treats me, my mother, and my grandparents very well. Our family... is fairly happy."
Zhang Yi shed tears, but he was very rational. He didn't cry or shout loudly. Over and over, he asked about his father's life in that other world.
When he heard Ye Fan describe his father's misfortunes, how he wept after getting drunk, calling out for his wife and child, saying he had failed them, Zhang Yi cried, choking, "He never raised me, but I don't blame him. He couldn't help it. He didn't abandon us on purpose. Actually, I miss him too, because my mother said he was truly a good person. The only ones at fault were the stars, just fate."
Ye Fan patted his shoulder and said nothing. All he could do was tell the truth.
"Are you an immortal? Can you take me to see him?" Zhang Yi asked hopefully.
Ye Fan shook his head. "I can't even go back myself. Today, I've said too much. Your current life is good. I shouldn't disturb your peace. In a moment, I'll erase some of your memories. Happiness, peace, fulfillment—I think that's what your father would most want to see."
"No, you can't do that!" A middle-aged woman walked over excitedly.
This was Zhang Wenchang's wife. Ye Fan looked up, having already sensed her arrival. He wasn't surprised.
"You have no right to erase our right to know. No matter what the future holds, no matter what the outcome, this is a precious memory in our hearts!" Zhang Wenchang's wife said tearfully.
Ye Fan had seen her several times back then and had even attended their wedding banquet. In the blink of an eye, over twenty years had passed, and everything had changed.
"Ye Fan, you and Wenchang were good friends. Can you really be heartless enough to make us ignorant and unaware, to wipe everything clean? Do you know what a precious memory this is for us?" Zhang Wenchang's wife wept.
"Yes, this won't disrupt our lives. You can't cut away these memories." Zhang Yi stepped back, supporting his mother.
Ye Fan didn't know how he left. He walked silently all the way. He did not erase the memories of the mother and son. They were right—that would have been too heartless. They had the right to know.
When he left, he left behind some "small items" and two bottles of spiritual medicine. He didn't know what else he could do.
A pleasant ringtone sounded. It was Xu Qiong calling. He pressed the answer button and put it to his ear. Ye Fan was jolted awake on the spot, his expression changing. "What? You're saying Pang Bo he..."