385: Reversing Life (Part 3)

Within the deathly silent Chaos, a figure was slowly walking toward him.

In Zhu Wen's heart, only final despair remained.

He thought it was one of those legendary terrifying creatures that fed on Chaos and preyed on lost souls.

He closed his eyes, preparing to welcome death.

However, the expected pain did not arrive.

A calm voice echoed in the depths of his Divine Soul.

“This Fellow Daoist.”

Zhu Wen opened his eyes in horror.

He saw that the "terrifying creature" had already arrived before him and was quietly looking at him.

“What year is it now?”

The Q&A session within the Chaos began.

Zhu Wen was completely stunned.

He had imagined countless ways to die—being torn apart by Chaos or devoured by monsters.

But he never imagined that the first question asked by this being who emerged from the depths of Chaos would be so mundane.

He looked at the person before him.

It was a young man who appeared to be around his own age, with delicate features and calm eyes.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that someone could walk as if on level ground in this Chaos that even Saints feared.

“I... I don't know the specific year.”

Zhu Wen's voice trembled with fear, but he forced himself to answer.

He knew this might be his only chance at survival.

“The previous Great Emperor's title was 'Tian Yan'.”

“Since Great Emperor Tian Yan mysteriously disappeared, it has been over seventy thousand years.”

Everything became clear in Wang Yun's heart.

Great Emperor Tian Yan.

He had never heard of this title.

This meant that during the time he was "asleep," at least one complete era of a Great Emperor had passed.

The world had changed, and the people of old were gone.

He continued to speak, his voice still calm.

“And who are you? Why have you fallen into this place?”

Zhu Wen's heart tightened.

He didn't know if the other party was friend or foe; in a place like this, he had to fight for his best chance of survival.

He took a deep breath and brought up his greatest backer.

“This Junior is Zhu Wen, a Disciple of the 'Heavenly Sword Sect' in the Northern Region of the Yuan Land.”

“Our Sect's founding Ancestral Master was the Saint King Bei Hong of the ancient era.”

He intentionally emphasized the words "Saint King," hoping this title would exert some level of deterrence on the mysterious youth before him.

However, he did not see that the moment the name "Bei Hong" was mentioned, a faint, almost imperceptible ripple flashed deep within Wang Yun's calm eyes.

Bei Hong.

He was all too familiar with this name.

The former number one Sword Venerable of the Northern Plains, that upright old friend whose heart was solely focused on the sword.

So, it turns out this is his descendant.

Wang Yun thought to himself; no wonder he could sense a trace of familiar Sword Intent and an inexplicable sense of closeness from this boy.

He withdrew the aura he naturally emitted—which even the Chaos avoided—and took a slow step closer to Zhu Wen.

He wanted to confirm more details.

But in Zhu Wen's eyes, this movement became a signal of impending death.

He saw that after hearing about his background, the "Chaos creature" not only showed no wariness but instead approached him.

Extreme panic instantly seized his heart.

It's over.

He's going to kill me.

At the very moment his mental defenses crumbled, the ubiquitous Chaos Qi once again found an opening.

A sharp pain that tore at his Divine Soul struck; Zhu Wen felt his body and consciousness being rapidly decomposed.

He was on the brink of death.

At this critical life-or-death moment.

Wang Yun made his move.

He simply raised his hand and gave a casual wave toward the Void Realm surrounding Zhu Wen.

As if brushing dust off his sleeve.

In an instant.

That violent Chaos Qi, which was enough to tear apart a Saint's body, retreated submissively like soldiers encountering their king.

The three-foot area around Zhu Wen turned into a zone of absolute peace.

All pain and erosion vanished into thin air with that single wave.

He was saved.

At this moment, a trace of enlightenment dawned within Wang Yun.

Having lived back a lifetime, although his cultivation had returned to zero.

His comprehension of the Heavenly Dao was already branded into the deepest part of his true spirit.

His words still carried the weight of law.

More importantly, his brand-new body.

It was composed of Luo Xi's extreme Yin Origin and the extreme Yang power transformed from his own Supreme Body, and after undergoing endless years of evolution within the Chaos, it had long since transcended the mundane.

Yin and Yang rotating, neither falling nor perishing.

This was his new Physique, the Yin-Yang Indestructible Body.

Even this violent Chaos would actively avoid its existence.

This time, it was truly a blessing in disguise.

Not only had the hidden danger of the indestructible will been completely ground away, but such a terrifying Physique had been born, and he had even gained a trace of the true meaning of Chaos from it.

Moreover, that mysterious little tower still sat quietly within his body, merely having fallen into a state of dormancy.

Zhu Wen stared blankly at everything happening before him.

He finally saw clearly.

The youth before him was no terrifying Chaos creature.

He was a person.

A young man of "similar" age to himself.

The wild joy of surviving a disaster was intertwined with the shame of having just judged a noble man with a petty heart, leaving him momentarily speechless.

Only endless shock and gratitude remained in his heart.

“Follow me.”

Wang Yun ignored his complex emotions, simply dropped those two words, and turned to walk in one direction.

Zhu Wen hurriedly followed.

He saw that with every step Wang Yun took, the Chaos ahead would automatically part to form a path.

The space-time turbulence and Chaos storms that were enough to pose a fatal threat even to a Great Saint became docile when they neared Wang Yun's body.

Following behind him, Zhu Wen felt as if he were strolling in his own back garden, unable to sense the slightest danger.

And so, in Zhu Wen's sleepwalking-like daze, they easily walked out of this Boundary Sea Chaos that had buried countless experts.

When he saw that familiar normal Universe dotted with stars once again, Zhu Wen almost wept with joy.

At that moment, a Sect token in his breast pocket suddenly emitted a faint glow.

His connection with the Sect was restored.

He was completely out of danger.

Zhu Wen turned around and gave Wang Yun a deeply solemn bow.

“Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for saving my life!”

He had already taken Wang Yun for a fellow Prodigy who had also been lost in the Boundary Sea.

“Fellow Daoist, if you don't mind, would you like to return to the Sect with this Junior to settle down for a while?”

He issued the most sincere invitation.

In his view, since this Fellow Daoist had saved him, he had to repay the favor no matter what.

Wang Yun pondered for a moment.

Then, he nodded.

He agreed.

With his cultivation at zero, he precisely needed a place to establish himself.

Bei Hong's Sect was undoubtedly the best choice.

Let a new starting point begin from here.