After Chen Xiao left, Han Feng's life became peaceful once again. It was as if everything that happened before was like a fleeting cloud, gone and never to return.
Han Feng still woke up early every morning and opened the door of the shop. He waited for Yang Ziang's child to bring him fruit wine. While drinking, he tried to make wood carvings. He had lived such a life for many years and had gradually carved it into his bones.
He was far away from the silent and bitter cultivation. He seemed to have split into two from the him he had been many years ago. There was no killing intent in him at all. There was only a kind of peace, a kind of understanding of mortals.
Han Feng did not know what the concept of the Great Dao that he could finally comprehend would be. He was not in a hurry. Instead, he quietly comprehended it.
On the seventh day after Chen Xiao left, he once again came to Han Feng's shop. The person who came with him was a middle-aged man with a hint of nobility. This person and Chen Xiao entered the shop respectfully, not caring about their status at all. With a plop, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Han Feng.
Han Feng's gaze swept across this person, but he did not say anything. He could tell at a glance that this person must be Chen Xiao's master, the Crown Prince that the large-eared cultivator wanted to kill.
In the eyes of a mortal, the prince was already a royal family. However, in Han Feng's eyes, he was no different from an ant. Although he had cultivated a little, as long as he did not reach the Zenith Heaven realm, he would not be able to escape the cycle of life and death.
The middle-aged man seemed to know Han Feng's personality. After kowtowing, he stood up and took out a storage ring without saying anything. He respectfully placed it on the table beside him and bowed with Chen Xiao before retreating.
Han Feng didn't say a word. After the two of them left, he raised his head from the sculpture and picked up the storage ring. He sensed it with his divine sense and saw that there were a large number of cultivation spirit stones inside. These things were no longer of any use to him.
Han Feng threw the storage ring aside and took a deep breath. He walked out of the shop and leaned against the longevity chair at the door. He looked at the blue sky and white clouds and enjoyed the warm sunlight. He couldn't help but squint his eyes. He enjoyed this kind of life very much. If his mother, Wan 'er, was still alive and his family stayed in the shop, he would have no regrets in his life.
Time flew by, and another five years passed…
On this day, Yang Zi 'ang's father passed away. A white banner hung in the ironware shop, and sorrowful cries came from inside.
Han Feng stood outside his shop and stared at the opposite side in a daze. He could not help but think of the hearty man who invited him to his house for dinner when he first came to this street more than twenty years ago.
He couldn't forget that this straightforward man had awkwardly said that he wanted to borrow money because he wanted to expand his shop.
Over the past 20 years, Han Feng couldn't even remember how many times he had eaten and drunk in this person's house. However, the heavens and the reincarnation cycle, although Han Feng himself could change things. However, he didn't want to affect his Transcendent Mortal Dao-heart. That was it.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death were part of his comprehension of the Great Dao, the laws of the universe. Even if he used heaven-defying techniques to extend the other party's life, in the end, this person would still not be able to escape reincarnation.
Not only that, but because of this heaven-defying technique, he would fall into a lower class in the Six Paths of Life and Death Reincarnation of the Great World of the West.
However, Yang Ziang's father could not. And he, Han Feng, did not want to disturb this tranquility.
Han Feng stood at the entrance of the shop and sighed. A flower with black petals had appeared in his hand. This flower was not an ordinary item, but one of the materials used to refine the Spirit Expelling Pill.
If a mortal had died not long ago and their soul had not completely dissipated, this flower could help them solidify their soul. From there, they would have more soul power in the Reincarnation River and would be able to enter a good family.
Han Feng staggered toward the ironwork shop. Inside the shop, Yang Ziang's uncles and aunts all wore sad expressions. A wave of sadness enveloped the entire shop.
In the mourning hall in the backyard of the shop, Yang Ziang's father was lying quietly in the coffin. Yang Ziang and his wife were kneeling beside him. Yang Ziang's eyes were red. It was obvious that he had just cried.
There was a woman standing next to him. She was Yang Ziang's mother. She was also filled with sorrow as she looked at her husband in the coffin. Her eyes were filled with despair.
As early as 20 years ago, Han Feng could already tell that this couple had a very deep relationship.
As soon as Han Feng entered, the surrounding neighbors and Yang Ziang's uncles all showed respect. On the entire Azure Dragon Street, Han Feng was already a big shot.
Yang Ziang's mother nodded slightly when she saw Han Feng. She bowed and said in a low voice,""Widow Wan greets Big Brother Han.”
Han Feng sighed lightly and went forward to help the woman up. Then, he took the incense stick from the hands of others and lit it up before paying his respects.
As he bowed, the sky outside instantly darkened, as if the Heavenly Dao of this world could not withstand this bow. However, mortals couldn't see this darkness. A wisp of black gas slowly emerged from Yang Ziang's father's corpse. The black gas gradually gathered into a ball and finally turned into the appearance of Yang Ziang's father. He hugged his body and looked very cold. His face was pale and his entire body seemed like it could dissipate at any moment. He looked around in a daze and finally landed on Han Feng.
This was because no one in the area had noticed him. Only Han Feng's eyes were fixed on him.
Han Feng sighed. The black flower in his right hand immediately turned into dust. As it slowly dissipated, it slowly turned into specks of light that fell on the soul of Yang Ziang's father. He immediately felt no longer cold. He looked at Han Feng with deep gratitude.
At this moment, he knew that this neighbor who had been his neighbor for more than 20 years was not an ordinary person. He floated in the air and knelt down, kowtowing to Han Feng a few times. Then, he looked at his wife and son, Yang Ziang, with reluctance. He sighed and his body slowly rose up into the sky as if he was climbing a ladder. Finally, he disappeared into the air.
"Father, Mother, I saw Grandfather!”At this moment, a childish voice came from the corner. Yang Ziang's child, who was already nine years old, looked at the sky with a puzzled expression.
However, no one believed the child's words. When the child saw that no one was paying attention to him, he wrinkled his nose and stopped talking.
Han Feng looked around with a sigh. The cycle of reincarnation was something that could not be escaped. He looked at the corpse of Yang Zi 'ang's father, who was already old. The image of the past 20 years echoed in his mind. This person had changed every year. He had been in the prime of his life, but in the span of 20 years, he had slowly aged and died.
He took a deep breath and looked at Yang Zi 'ang's mother. Back then, she had only been in her thirties, but now she was already in her fifties. More than twenty years had been carved into her body.
Han Feng's eyes moved again. This time, he looked at Yang Ziang. This young man who had poked his head into the shop and gave Han Feng a strong and vigorous feeling was now a fully grown man. Not only did he marry and have children, but he also watched over the old man's death.
It was like a small tree that had slowly grown up over the past twenty years, becoming a big tree that could withstand the wind and rain.
At this moment, Han Feng suddenly had an epiphany. This epiphany grew deeper and deeper. For the first time in his twenty years of becoming a mortal, Han Feng gained enlightenment of the unfathomable Gate of Reincarnation.
He didn't know when he left the ironware shop. He sat beside the furnace in his shop in a daze and stared at the wall. His mind was blank. The only thing that existed was a divine sense.
Yang Ziang's father, mother, and Yang Ziang himself. The images of their interactions with Han Feng over the past twenty years kept flashing through his mind. Their appearances gradually changed. Gradually, Han Feng felt as if he could see an invisible power enveloping the three of them. The existence of this power caused Yang Ziang's parents to slowly age, and Yang Ziang himself to slowly grow up.
Gradually, Han Feng felt a bang in his head. His eyes shone with an unimaginable light. At this moment, he felt his body suddenly float up from the shop, slowly rising higher and higher.
As he floated up, he saw countless mortals. All of them had that power. Even some flowers, trees, and everything in the world had it. It was everywhere.
This power descended from the sky. Han Feng subconsciously wanted to find the source of this power.
Slowly, Han Feng felt himself getting higher and higher. The Great Desolate City under his feet became smaller and smaller. Finally, the Great Desolate City Lord disappeared. What appeared in front of him was a huge earthen yellow planet.
Unfortunately, he still could not find the source of that power. He could feel that that power was everywhere in the entire starry sky.
Han Feng had a very, very stubborn personality. Otherwise, he would not have cultivated in the book world for thousands of years just to be invincible. He had the strength to return to the world of his previous life on the other side of time and space.
In addition to persistence, there was also determination in his personality. Otherwise, he would not have been able to reach his current height from a young cultivator who had just stepped onto the path of cultivation.
It was this persistence and determination that made him want to find the source of this power. Right now, he was completely relying on instinct to control all his actions.
His body became taller and taller, but just as he was not far away from the planet, a huge meteor flew past him. There was a white-haired old man sitting on the meteor. When the old man passed by Han Feng, he let out a soft cry of surprise and his eyes were filled with great interest.
"I can't believe I can find someone who has such a deep understanding of the Great Dao in this abandoned primary Great Thousand World. However, you are only a mid-stage Primordial Chaos Saint. Even if you are a high-stage Primordial Chaos Saint, you shouldn't be too greedy. If you continue to pursue such a Great Dao, I'm afraid you won't be able to find the origin without spending more than a thousand Yuanhui. However, by then, your body will have already decayed. Have you considered it?”
Han Feng was shocked and his eyes were filled with confusion. The old man laughed and looked at Han Feng carefully before shouting,"I'm Daoist Wuji. Let's form a good relationship today. If you can leave this abandoned Greater World, you can come to Eternal Kingdom and find me. I'll take you in as an in-name disciple and let you follow me for a thousand years!”As he spoke, he pointed with his right hand, and Han Feng trembled. He felt as if his body was being pushed by a powerful force. He suddenly fell and quickly returned to the earthen yellow planet, back to the West.
In his eyes, the Great Desolate City turned from a tiny city to the size of a fingernail and then expanded rapidly. Finally, he returned to the street of Azure Dragon Street in the east of the Great Desolate City almost instantly and landed in his shop.
At this moment, Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes. His entire body was covered in sweat, and there was a thick stench in his sweat.
Ever since he cultivated the Primordial Pride Art and condensed his Primordial Nascent Soul, he rarely had such a stinky thing expel from his hair.
At this moment, Han Feng's eyes shined brightly. He took a deep breath and picked up a wood carving. His right finger formed a knife and he quickly carved. Wood chips fell from the wood. This time, Han Feng persisted for a day and a night!
In the end, the moment his right finger retracted the blade, the statue of the old man in green from the Primordial Chaos Sacred Sect suddenly took shape. The statue gave off traces of comprehension of the Time Reincarnation Great Dao.
He looked at the statue quietly. After a long time, Han Feng placed it on the shelf, together with the middle-aged scholar and the old woman's wood carvings.
After doing all this, he got up and went to the backyard. After washing up, he changed into a set of clean clothes and returned to the shop.
This time, after comprehending the Great Dao, Han Feng's cultivation level had already risen from the mid-stage Primordial Chaos Saint to the peak of the mid-stage Primordial Chaos Saint in a short period of time. Even if he was an advanced Primordial Chaos Saint, he was only a hair's breadth away.
However, recalling the scene just now, Han Feng still felt some lingering fear. If it wasn't for the old man who called himself Wuji Daoist knocking back his soul power, then it was very likely that he would have gone to pursue the mysterious Primordial Dao of Samsara and lost himself in this Samsara of Life and Death.
If that was really the case, then his ending would probably only be death.
Comprehending the Primordial Great Dao was clearly not peaceful. It contained countless dangers. This time, Han Feng finally understood.
Although he was still not as advanced Primordial Chaos Sacred Warrior, Han Feng's understanding of the Great Dao's Primordial Chaos comprehension was much better than before. He believed that he was not far from advanced Primordial Chaos Sacred Warrior.
Now, he had already carved out the old man's Time Reincarnation Intent Domain. The old man's Intent Domain was obviously an imitation of the Primordial Reincarnation. However, after Han Feng truly experienced the Primordial Reincarnation Great Dao, he felt that the old man's Time Reincarnation Intent Domain was just an imitation of the Primordial Reincarnation Great Dao. It was not the real Samsara.
This was because the Primordial Dao of Samsara was not something that high-level Primordial Chaos Sacred Cultivators could comprehend.
At this moment, there was still a mysterious star map in Han Feng's mind. This mysterious star map was left behind by Daoist Wuji with a finger. Within this mysterious star map, there was a planet that was countless times larger than the Primordial Ancestor. That was where Daoist Wuji lived, the Eternal Kingdom, the Wuji Dynasty.
However, it was impossible for the current Han Feng to go there. Sighing, he put away his thoughts and adjusted his state of mind. Slowly, he became a mortal again.
However, the scene of him comprehending the Primordial Dao of Reincarnation was unforgettable in his mind…
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