Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Li Yao and Teacher Zhang Jiashu once again stared at each other. The air was filled with a subtle and awkward atmosphere.

That’s right. Li Yao also didn’t know how he had blurted out these words... What the hell is this “Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi’s Hairpiece”? What the hell is this!?

That’s right. Of course, Li Yao knew of the character ‘Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi’. He was a character in the and was the founder of the Imperium of True Human Beings. He should have died a thousand years ago in the timeline of the novel. When several Immortal Cultivators of the Kunlun Chapter had just appeared, it had been mentioned that the Immortal Cultivator Su Changfa had even let the protagonist ‘Cultivator Li Yao’ enter an illusion and watched the scenes of his rise and rise.

From the novel’s description, this was a sinister, cunning, and ambitious character. According to the author’s writing style, it was very likely that he would be resurrected later and become the mortal enemy of the protagonist, “Cultivator Li Yao”. Of course, he would be defeated by the protagonist using hot-bloodedness, seed explosion, breakthrough in battle, and so on. These were all conventional methods, so there was no need to elaborate.

However, what the hell was ‘Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi’s Hairpiece’? How absurd, shameless, and sordid was the plot of a novel?

Li Yao felt that his outlook on life, his outlook on the world, and his values had collapsed for the second time after they were shattered by Zhang Daniu.

And in the powder, a series of unsightly scenes emerged from the depths of his soul. They were all scenes of Black Star Emperor fighting valiantly against a group of heroes and engaging in a war of attrition. It simply broke the bottom line of all ethics and ethics. It was outrageous to the extreme!

“What—what is this? Why is there such a thing hidden in the depths of my soul? Ah! Ah! My eyes! My eyes!”

Li Yao was about to go crazy.

He vaguely recalled that this was the price he had to pay in order to defeat a strong enemy in the past. It was a very serious mental trauma, a sequela that no secret technique could eradicate.

“I... No. It was not me. It was the sleazy Cultivator Li Yao. How did he defeat Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi? How sordid, how sordid, and how shameless!

Li Yao’s face was pale as he clutched his chest. He felt that he was the same as Teacher Zhang Jiashu. His humanity was about to be twisted, and his morals were about to sink!

“Who are you? Who are you exactly? How do you know what I dreamed? I’ve never told anyone such a shameful dream. Never!”

Zhang Jiashu was in a trance again. He stared at Li Yao, with disgust and fear in his eyes. “You—you hypnotized me? Why do I find you familiar, and why do I hate you so much? Ah! Ahhhhh! You are not a human being! You are not a human being! You are not a human being!”

He seemed to have seen an incomparably strange scene. His entire body shrunk to a corner as he shivered.

“Calm down, Teacher Zhang. Calm down!”

Taking a deep breath, Li Yao tried to control the situation beyond his control and managed a smile. “What did you see exactly? Why did you say that I was not a human being?”

“You are a bacterium. You are... a virus!”

Zhang Jiashu mumbled to himself, “I saw that your body was covered in... bright gold flagella, and you were waving your hands and waving your arms, ready to attack. What are you exactly? These—these are all illusions, right? Help me get rid of these damn illusions!”

“Bacteria, viruses, flagella?”

Li Yao found it harder and harder to understand what Zhang Jiashu was talking about, but in his heart, he didn’t hate Zhang Jiashu’s explanation. He thought for a moment and tried to calm himself down. “Master Zhang, it seems that we’ve both encountered some problems. Why don’t we work together and explore the mysteries behind the problems? Maybe a new, more beautiful, exciting, and promising world will be opened in front of you?”

“Who the hell wants to explore a new world with you? It’s all an illusion. You can’t fool me!”

Zhang Jiashu suddenly burst into fury. He waved his hands crazily in the air, as if he were trying to tear apart an illusion that did not exist. “What are you talking about? What new world? I don’t understand and I don’t want to understand. I just want to live my own life peacefully and peacefully. Don’t bother me. Don’t bother me. Get lost. Get lost now!”

“What if I told you that such a peaceful, happy life was fake and under someone else’s control?

Li Yao said, “Whether you like it or not, the storm has arrived, and the gate to a new world has been opened.

While talking, Li Yao took out a pen from his pocket and put it in his palm.

He did not know why he was doing this. An inexplicable urge was controlling him.

Before this, other than his immense strength and soaring computational ability, he had never awakened the ability to manipulate objects remotely.

But when he saw Zhang Jiashu, especially when he shattered the layers of seals with the movie of Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi and blew countless interconnecting gaps on his soul that had been hibernating for a long time, through which the power that could shake the sea of stars surged out and circulated around his body, he suddenly felt that he was omnipotent and could do anything.

Li Yao focused his attention on his palm. From the back of his glabella, where his pineal gland was located, bright golden threads slithered out and wrapped around the pen.

The meditation was as natural as a heartbeat and as easy as breathing.

Pulled by the spiritual threads, the pen floated silently and stopped three inches away from his palm.

“Look.”

Li Yao smiled at Zhang Jiashu.

Zhang Jiashu was dumbfounded and became even more furious. He suddenly pounced over and slapped away the pen on Li Yao’s palm. He shouted hysterically, “Illusion, magic tricks, magic tricks! What—what are you trying to do? Are you a counselor or not? I just want to solve the problem. Don’t show me these weird things. I want to go back to my old life. I want to change back to myself. I am Zhang Jiashu, the dean of No. 12 High School!”

Li Yao stared at the pen on the ground and sighed. He finally understood what the grey mist lady meant.

It was true that he could not wake someone who was pretending to be asleep. Those who had been reincarnated in the labyrinth of time for too long could not tell who they really were.

Was it wrong that Zhang Jiashu was willing to live a peaceful and happy life?

However, it was unnecessary and unqualified for him to have such precious memories and strength.

Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum!

Li Yao seemed to hear feeble quakes coming from the top and bottom of the ‘ decompression chamber’. The brainwave interference equipment installed in the mezzanine, or ‘magical equipment’, must’ve been activated.

In the meantime, Li Yao could clearly see through the ‘spiritual eye’ in the middle of his eyebrow that there was indeed a tiny, hot, glittering shard sealed inside Zhang Jiashu’s brain.

The fragment sensed Li Yao’s existence, too, and became more and more agitated. It was bouncing inside Zhang Jiashu’s brain, trying to crawl out of his glabella.

“Ah!”

Zhang Jiashu held his head and cried in pain, “What are the pictures, the sounds, and the nonsense?”

Li Yao did not know what it was exactly, either. He felt that it was a small piece of a mirror in which a tiny person was reflecting him.

Just as magnets would attract each other and small magnets would be absorbed by large magnets, Li Yao naturally placed his burning palm on Zhang Jiashu’s forehead.

“Alright. Such strength and the pain and responsibility it brings are indeed too much for you. It was never yours in the first place. Now that you are unwilling to accept it, give it back and let me drive away your pain!”

Li Yao mumbled to himself. His eyes gradually turned transparent, but rainbow colors were blossoming deep inside his eyes.

Looking at his own arm and Zhang Jiashu’s brain with such colorful and splendid eyes, he seemed to be able to see that his countless nerves and veins were all emitting bright gold colors and extending to his palm and his fingertips. Then, he communicated with Zhang Jiashu’s brain and established a stable bridge between his soul and the fingertip buried deep inside Zhang Jiashu’s brain.

The piece that had been bothering Zhang Jiashu for a long time was attracted by the attraction force inside Li Yao’s body. It entered Li Yao’s body smoothly through the bridge of nerves and veins and melted into Li Yao’s brain.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

This time, it was Li Yao’s turn to let out an unbearable scream. In the blink of an eye, an astronomical amount of information exploded in his soul. Countless near-death flashbacks fell down like a waterfall. He clearly saw many, many things. The Federation, the Imperium, the Sanctuary Alliance, Ding Lingdang, Long Yangjun, Li Jialing, Wu Yingqi, the furiously burning battlefield in the sea of stars, a world made entirely of lightning... Some of it had already been serialized in , and some of it had never been even mentioned!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Li Yao felt that billions of stars were exploding inside his brain. He and Zhang Jiashu were separated by a weird force and hit the wall hard.

...

When Li Yao woke up from his trance again, he found that he had become the protagonist of the ” decompression room”. He was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in a very comfortable posture. The grey mist lady and a few other awakened Cultivators were looking at him nervously.

Li Yao forced a smile at the grey mist lady and asked, “How is Teacher Zhang?”

“Excellent. The problems that have been bothering me for days are all gone now. I’m only a little weak and nauseated right now. I’ll be fine after I refill my glucose and electrolytes.”

The grey mist lady said, “We are more concerned about you. How do you feel?”

“I...”

Li Yao felt that he had pushed open a door in the depths of his brain. A new world was slowly opening to him. He didn’t know how to describe this state, so he simply opened his palm and stared at it.

Hu!

In a moment, a cluster of red flames dashed out of his palm. The flames surged to the sky and condensed into a tiny butterfly, which flapped its wings and tried to fly away.