How much courage would a person need to kill themselves with a sword?
Even if one had the ability to load files, the fear of death would still make one panic, even if one had died ten thousand times.
However, when there was no other choice, when death was the only way out.
Then Zhuo Bufan was willing to make the choice, to commit suicide and load files!
… …
"I didn't think that I would walk down this path in the end."
Zhuo Bufan looked calmly at the three loading doors in front of him. This was the first time he had taken the initiative to come to this space.
"Eh? Why did the name of the second loading door disappear? "
Just as Zhuo Bufan was about to let out a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized that the name of the second door had disappeared. It had become blank.
The original name should have been "Dormitory". It was a save file that took place in the future of "Nameless Mountain".
"So that's how it is. When I chose to load the previous file, the future file no longer exists. After all, returning to the past will change the future. The power of the temporal paradox. "
After figuring out the principles behind the three doors, he once again walked to the first door.
Then, he pushed open the door!
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz … …
… …
When he opened his eyes again, the familiar sunlight, the familiar air, and the familiar scenery … …
He raised his head to look at the blue dome of heaven. His round and burning eyes pierced his eyes. Zhuo Bufan's eyes narrowed into slits. His gaze was filled with determination.
This time, Zhuo Bufan did not summon Xiao Mei to protect him.
He needed to focus on preparing for the upcoming Entering Yang. Time was limited. He did not want to die again.
"No one succeeds simply. One needs to go through trials and tribulations before one can become an immortal."
"Come!"
When the time was right, Zhuo Bufan stuck a calming incense stick into his mouth. Then, he silently closed his eyes and called out in his heart, "Divine soul, release!"
When his divine soul was released and exposed to the scorching sun, the burning pain, as usual, swarmed over him.
However, this time, Zhuo Bufan did not even give himself time to adjust to the discomfort. The moment his divine soul left his body, he raised his hands to the sky.
"Yang Capture!"
Whoosh!
A ray of pure Yang energy descended from the sky and poured into his head. Compared to before, Zhang Xuan felt pain that was hundreds and thousands of times greater.
Zhuo Bufan felt that countless daggers had been stabbed into his head. Scorching, spicy, sour, and painful feelings began to ravage Zhuo Bufan's soul like a storm.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh …"
Zhuo Bufan let out a low growl as heat waves rolled out of its mouth.
Under the molding of the pure Yang energy, blurry facial features, skin, hair, and clothes began to appear on the black Divine Soul.
It was like a clone of Zhuo Bufan that was slowly taking shape.
The moment his soul opened its eyes, it was as if it saw the Jade Palaces of the Heavens, the Asuras, the Yakshas, the Gods and Buddhas, and the ancient sages.
Then he heard the sounds of battle, the jade bed grumbling coquettishly, the roar of dragons and snakes, and the rumble of thunder and lightning.
He also smelled the fragrance of flowers, the stench of rotting corpses, burning incense, and Absolute Disaster Poison.
He even tasted the sourness of the green fruit, the sweetness of the sweet spring, the bitterness of the good medicine, and the nature of ginger osmanthus.
All kinds of sensations, illusions, saliva in his mouth, and locusts flew past, making Zhuo Bufan's soul feel a kind of comfort that he had never felt before.
It was as if a cool breeze was blowing on his body, making him feel like an immortal. It was intoxicating and made him even more powerful.
Unknowingly, Zhuo Bufan could no longer feel the pain of the Yin Soul being exposed to the sun.
In other words, his soul had broken away from the level of the Yin Soul and reached the real Yang Soul.
"I did it!"
When the peacefulness incense completely burned out, that wisp of pure Yang energy disappeared between heaven and earth.
Only to see that on top of Zhuo Bufan's head, there was a Divine Soul that looked exactly like him and was dressed like no other.
There was a faint golden light around the outline of his body. Under the illumination of the sun, he did not feel any discomfort at all.
Zhuo Bufan had succeeded in entering the Yang Soul.
"The Divine Soul has returned to its original position."
Zhuo Bufan returned to his Divine Soul at once and then immediately saved it. The door to the archive was the second door that no longer had an archive.
After the archive was completed, Zhuo Bufan once again felt the strength of his Divine Soul. He was ecstatic.
"On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, they will be here soon. Strike while the iron is hot and comprehend that charm."
Zhuo Bufan did not give himself any time to rest.
Now that his Divine Soul had been trained to the third level, he could not wait to summon the charm.
In his mind, he recalled the various concepts of "light is both a particle and a wave" and felt the true meaning of the existence of light.
Zhuo Bufan had already demonstrated this process in his mind no less than dozens of times. Soon, he felt the call of the unknown charm.
This time, his Divine Soul was not obstructed in any way and opened the Door of Truth unimpeded.
From the Door of Truth, a charm flew out impatiently and was deeply imprinted on Zhuo Bufan's Divine Soul.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz...
At that moment, Zhuo Bufan's Divine Soul felt the power of this charm — the light doppelganger.
Zhuo Bufan sat motionless on the stone platform. The moment he activated the charm, layers of golden light were constantly released from his body and wrapped around him.
Immediately afterward, a doppelganger that looked exactly like Zhuo Bufan overlapped with his body, creating a double image.
It was not Zhuo Bufan's Divine Soul. It did not have any self-consciousness, or it was not under Zhuo Bufan's control.
After Zhuo Bufan refined a wisp of his Divine Soul into the doppelganger, the doppelganger stood up from the ground.
"Wow, smelly Bufan, how did you become two?"
Before Zhuo Bufan could show a look of surprise, Xiao Mei flew out of the Plum Blossom Seal and looked at the doppelganger of Zhuo Bufan in front of her with great shock.
"Isn't it very powerful?"
Zhuo Bufan's Divine Will could control the doppelganger's various actions and movements.
When the doppelganger opened its mouth, Xiao Mei was startled.
"That old bastard Shang Xingdao gave this charm a name. It's called Light Shadow."
"Light Shadow, the shadow of light. It is indeed a good name."
Zhuo Bufan believed that although Shang Xingdao did not contribute to the creation of this charm, he at least gave it a good name and saved Zhuo Bufan the trouble of thinking of a name.
Thus, a brand new charm, the Light Shadow Charm, was born on this desolate and secluded nameless mountain peak on this sunny day.
…
"Someone is coming. Hide."
There was no time to celebrate. Zhuo Bufan had Xiao Mei hide in the Plum Blossom Seal.
At the same time, he withdrew his light doppelganger. He sat quietly on the stone platform and waited for the arrival of the group on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
This time, he did not think of hiding. Because the next moment was the most important moment.
"It's time to take revenge."
The moment he thought of the actions of that old bastard Shang Xingdao, the resentment in Zhuo Bufan's heart burned like a raging fire.
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