Lao Tzu is Ji Gong

He saw a man being transported by something that looked like a conveyor belt to the top of a towering tower in the clouds. The young man was handsome, and if Long Xiangtian hadn't been a man himself, he probably would have pounced on him.

That man had a wicked smile.

The fact that Long Xiangtian saw this man and made such a description shows that this man was so handsome that it was beyond comprehension.

As the young man's figure gradually came into view, it quickly became clear that there was more than one person present: "Who is it!?"

The young man roared, as if to show his strength and not be intimidated. The fight hadn't even started yet, so he couldn't afford to lose his momentum.

Before the young man saw him, he heard his voice. The two words were powerful and resounding, like the two generals Heng and Ha from the time of the Investiture of the Gods. The immense power of the words struck the old man in front of him, causing him to be somewhat shaken.

This old man was clearly no ordinary person. He originally had his hands behind his back, but it seemed that he did not expect that such a guy would affect his cold posture.

The young man cursed inwardly, "This old man is indeed no ordinary person. If I had uttered those two sounds, I probably would have bled from all seven orifices."

At this moment, an old man could finally be seen. He was wearing a long robe, with long hair down his back, and a long white beard that was several tens of centimeters long. His hands were behind his back.

The young man, considering himself a polite fellow, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I have come to seek your guidance. I hope, senior, you will not hesitate to teach me!"

"Well said, you're too kind to offer your guidance! Then come and take my palm strike." The old man seemed somewhat displeased, as he appeared affected by the powerful and forceful aura from before.

The young man instantly felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him like a tidal wave, and he immediately thought to himself: "This is bad!"

Having arrived here, he must have been prepared. He immediately drew his weapon from his waist, and Long Xiangtian only heard two words: "Crescent Moon!"

The crescent moon was truly mesmerizing to Long Xiangtian, because the sword was so beautiful that even someone who didn't know how to use a sword couldn't immediately look away.

Long Xiangtian thought to himself, "If only I really had such a sword, that would be such a wonderful thing. But that bastard Li Xiuyuan, how could he be someone's master, refusing to give me even one martial arts manual, and saying it was all for my own good? It's really beneath him."

The young man quickly activated his weapon, seemingly not daring to be careless in the slightest, because he sensed the domineering power of his opponent and knew he had to meet it with all his might! Otherwise, he would be sent flying back to his grandmother's house with a single punch, which would truly be a laughing stock.

"I don't want to die here." Because he knew that if he wanted to leave this place, he would have to defeat the old man in front of him, otherwise he would have no chance to leave this tower at all.

At this point, Long Xiangtian understood most of the reasons: the young man was trapped in the tower, and if he wanted to leave, he would have to clear the level.

This old man was the last line of defense he had built here, but Long Xiangtian didn't understand why he had such a dream. However, it seemed that he couldn't leave this place, so he decided to just watch the two fight.

This old friend seems to be a weird old guy. At his age, he's still fighting like this, and I don't know why. But the other party seems to be very powerful. Long Xiangtian muttered to himself from the side.

Anyway, no one will hear or see what he does or says here.

The young man unleashed the full power of his Crescent Moon weapon, and a blood-red sword aura shot toward the old man. This sword aura seemed to have become much more violent, as if it were venting its master's emotions.

Seeing that this guy possessed such sword energy, the old man naturally dared not be careless. His hands flew up rapidly, and in an instant, the area turned into a vast expanse of white, as if one were in a snowfield.

Looking at this scene, Long Xiangtian felt a chill creep into his body, yet he couldn't seem to feel the temperature here.

When the crimson sword energy collided with the overwhelming white snow, there was a loud "bang!"

The young man seemed unable to withstand the effects of the environment, taking several steps back before barely managing to maintain his balance. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked at the old man, saying, "It seems I'm still a bit inferior to you."

At this moment, the old man remained as steady as Mount Tai, regaining his domineering demeanor. He put his hands behind his back and said, "It's not that you're inferior to me, it's that you couldn't control your mind. You were distracted just now."

"A loss is a loss. I won't regret it if I lose again. Just give me a quick death." After saying that, the young man threw away his crescent moon and lowered his head.

"Why does this scene seem so familiar to me?" Long Xiangtian looked at the young man and suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"Who is he? And who am I? What is his relationship with me?" A series of questions surfaced in Long Xiangtian's mind.

"Why can I feel his pain? Why can I feel this battle so realistically?" Long Xiangtian didn't know what was wrong with him; he just started watching like this.

However, the next second, his eyes were fixed on the ground, because he saw that the blood the young man had just spat out was actually golden yellow.

Chapter 971 Untitled

"Golden blood!" Long Xiangtian was shocked. This was a secret that only he knew: his blood was naturally golden.

The golden color was like a relic, dazzling and eye-catching, but without knowing why, this color still gave people a sense of oppression.

Long Xiangtian didn't understand what he really was.

This seemingly inconspicuous gold color brought a lot of information to Long Xiangtian's mind.

It was as if he had reconnected with memories of his past life. It seemed as if some memories within Long Xiangtian were about to be awakened. But that wasn't the case. Originally, Long Xiangtian thought that only he knew about this strange dream, so he kept it a secret from Li Xiuyuan.

However, although Li Xiuyuan has rarely left the Pangu Palace since he came to this world, he can use his Xuan power to know everything that happens in the Three Realms. As long as someone's strength is below his, he can find out where they are.

Looking at his beloved disciple, Li Xiuyuan knew that this was a hurdle, a hurdle that would be very difficult to overcome.

Therefore, Li Xiuyuan decided to come to Long Xiangtian's side and give him some pointers, because he believed that after this, Long Xiangtian would be able to soar to great heights!

Long Xiangtian watched as the young man before him was struck by the old man, coughing up a mouthful of golden blood. He tried to recall something, but it was as if his memory was sealed. Even though a piece of his memory was missing, he was unable to break through.

"Does this sound familiar?" A voice suddenly reached his ears, pulling Long Xiangtian back to reality.

He slowly turned his head and saw that the person standing in front of him was actually Li Xiuyuan.

She had been avoiding eye contact, so she lowered her head even further, as if all her secrets had been exposed, as if she were naked, with absolutely no privacy.

Li Xiuyuan naturally knew what his apprentice was thinking, but in his eyes, these were simply not worth mentioning.

"Hey, are you dead yet? If you're not dead, get up!" Li Xiuyuan seemed a little angry. Looking at the dejected Long Xiangtian, he couldn't help but burst into anger.

Long Xiangtian seemed not to have heard Li Xiuyuan's words, and continued to squat there blankly.

Li Xiuyuan: "Ouyang Lan?"

These three words might be just ordinary words to others, at most just a name, but to Long Xiangtian, they touched the deepest strings of his heart.

This is the woman who saved my life! This is the woman who gave her life to save me! This is the woman I love most!

It would be a lie if Long Xiangtian didn't react; he immediately stood up and looked at Li Xiuyuan, saying, "You must save her! You absolutely must save her!"

Seeing how agitated this guy was, Li Xiuyuan knew he had succeeded in his argument, but he still pretended to be indifferent and waved his hand: "She's not my woman, why should I save her?"

"Because she is my woman!" Long Xiangtian roared at Li Xiuyuan.

When had Li Xiuyuan, as the master, ever been shouted at so loudly, or been so disrespected? Thinking back, those arrogant guys who had been so arrogant towards him were nowhere to be found. They were dead beyond dead.

However, Li Xiuyuan was not angry this time, because this was the result he wanted. He could see the same feeling he had back then in Long Xiangtian's eyes, that is, if anyone hurts what he cares about most, even if it is "the sky", he will knock you down.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "You know she's your woman, so shouldn't it be reasonable for you to come and rescue her?"

"You want me to save you? You want me to save you?" Long Xiangtian kept repeating this sentence, as if trying to get some result, but the next second he began to say dejectedly, "What can I use to save you? I'm already like this, I'm a useless person now! Why are you doing this to me, God, why won't you give me time!?"

Looking at Long Xiangtian, Li Xiuyuan inexplicably felt a sense of unease: Long Xiangtian was just too much like himself.

Li Xiuyuan said, "What if I give you time, give you an opportunity?"

"Don't lie to me. Even if it's incredibly powerful, you can't bring me back to life. This must be the place where the dead go, but it doesn't seem as terrifying as the legends say," Long Xiangtian said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Li Xiuyuan knew this feeling. Because of his lack of time and the ulterior motives of others, the things he cared about most were shattered, and the feeling of being powerless was extremely painful.

Long Xiangtian still didn't believe Li Xiuyuan's words, saying, "It's all too late now. I have no power left. Even if I did, I wouldn't want it. My woman, Ouyang Lan, is dead. Now, all I want is to be able to see her one last time after I die."

"Oh? It's come to this? Looks like it's time to show my true skills," Li Xiuyuan said with a smile.

"Hey kid, do you feel there's anything different about that guy, the one the old man knocked to the ground?" Li Xiuyuan asked.

Long Xiangtian said listlessly, "What does that person have to do with me? Whether he lives or dies is none of my business!"

As if he was getting impatient with Li Xiuyuan's incessant chatter, Long Xiangtian roared at Li Xiuyuan once again!

"Then, what about this one?" This time, it seemed as if he had already guessed that this guy would do this. The moment Long Xiangtian roared, a woman's figure appeared on his fingertip. The woman was faint and seemed very weak, as if she could disappear at any moment.

However, Long Xiangtian recognized the person at a glance. "Ouyang!" Long Xiangtian said in disbelief.

What one cannot obtain is often the driving force behind a person's struggle.

A second later, Li Xiuyuan withdrew his gaze. The feeling of seeing Ouyang Lan and then disappearing again was something that Long Xiangtian found hard to accept at this moment.

"No! Please, just let me see it one more time, just one more time, please." Long Xiangtian knelt down on both knees. This was the first time he, as a chosen one of heaven, had knelt down for something like this.

"I'll say it again, she's your woman. Why should I save her? Do you even know what's beneath your knees? Even if it were me, you wouldn't kneel down. Just one glance? Why don't you fight for her? What's the point of just one glance, Long Xiangtian? Listen to me carefully!"

Chapter 972 A New Beginning

"Long Xiangtian, is this all the strength you have? You're just giving up like this? If Ouyang Lan saw you like this, I think she would definitely regret it."

Li Xiuyuan was somewhat disappointed. If Long Xiangtian continued to be so stubborn, no one could save him. At this moment, all he could do was use Ouyang Lan to provoke him.

“Ouyang Lan is not dead yet. She still has a wisp of her soul left. Of course, if you die, she will not be able to live either.”

Li Xiuyuan knew when to stop; love can harm, but it can also save.

"Master, you mean, Ouyang, she..." Long Xiangtian stood up, strode forward, grabbed Li Xiuyuan's shoulders, his lips trembling as he asked incredulously.

“Yes, she’s not dead.” Li Xiuyuan looked at Long Xiangtian, his gaze hardening, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit.

Strangely enough, after hearing the news that Ouyang Lan could be saved, Long Xiangtian was trapped in a space.

In the vast universe, 17 beads of different colors rose and fell, drifting and sinking, sometimes near and sometimes far. One of the yellow beads even flew down to his side.

Long Xiangtian looked at the bead in front of him and wanted to reach out and grab it. He instinctively felt that it was familiar. Just as Long Xiangtian was about to grab it, the yellow bead mischievously flew away and then flew back, sometimes circling around Long Xiangtian and sometimes hovering above his head.

Long Xiangtian was only thinking about catching the yellow bead, and he and the bead put on a chase.

Tireless, not knowing how much time had passed—perhaps a day, a year, ten years, or a hundred years—he finally caught up with her. Only when the bead was caught in his hand did he realize that it was his own relic, that is, his past self.

Long Xiangtian's heart trembled as the relic flew into his brow, and many scenes from his past and present lives appeared in his mind.

From his birth in chaos without consciousness, to the beginning of his spiritual development, to his first encounter with Ouyang Lan, and Ouyang Lan's suicide and Li Xiuyuan's consolation, he suddenly realized the truth.

When Li Xiuyuan saw Long Xiangtian's body suddenly stop, his hands gripping his shoulders and remaining motionless, and then his whole body radiating white light, he knew that Long Xiangtian had entered a state of enlightenment.

Time passed slowly, and just when Li Xiuyuan felt he was about to fall asleep, Long Xiangtian suddenly regained consciousness, released Li Xiuyuan's clothes, and looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" Li Xiuyuan shuddered, goosebumps rising all over his body.